The story happens around you and me, telling you like the girl next door an old time that you have experienced but can never go back to. The lush campus time, the noisy workplace life, fortunately, I met you.
Memories are like turning into frames of photos
Someone really treasures it
Some people choose to forget it
Even if you tear it into pieces and throw it away
Rolling into the sky like yellow sand all over the sky
But one day we will eventually walk into that chaotic scene
If you don't want to face it, you can only choose to fly away
Look, life is so uncertain. You thought you could wait for the answer you want if you just go on like this, but you don't know that a moment will become eternity, and a miss will become a gap. If we had all been braver, would the outcome have changed.