Walking in the world, you may be sad, happy, or angry. In all aspects of life, we are just a tiny speck of dust in the vast sky. Throwing away all restraints, we all long to fly freely, wash our wings under the blue sky, and walk happily on the green grassland.
When we are in school, we are simple, have dreams, and are eager to make great achievements after graduation and realize our ideals. But society is realistic. Most people don't know what they want. Confusion is their common denominator. They may find a goal after stumbling, but the ultimate dream has long been shattered.
Graduation, we are on the way. Youth, we grow old. Dreams, we always hold on to.
That year, I graduated. That year, I was walking in the world of mortals. That year, when we met on the street, we were no longer the same as before.
Do you still remember those beautiful years, traveling hand in hand during the plum blossom season? Do you still remember snuggling under the warm yellow light, letting the pen and ink flow on the rice paper?
We walked and stopped all the way, and our memories never ran aground. We were running around in this huge city, and we were far away from each other, but our hearts were in the same place.
Maybe one day we will all grow old and our memories will be blurred, but she will not grow old and will pay homage to her lost time forever.