I remember those days when it rained heavily.
I remember those windy days.
I remember those days of lightning and thunder.
I remember those days in that year, whether they were windy or rainy, happy or sad.
But don't know why. Looking back now, those bright and dark days have all turned into a light and breezy appearance in my memory.
The smiling face of the boy when he wiped his sweat with a light blue T-shirt, and the secret joy of the girl who pretended to look up inadvertently and met each other, are all wrapped up in the years in memory, surging into a grand tide. At the moment when life presses the enter button, the past time of laughter and curses blooms. That is our time. In other words, that was the time that once belonged to us.
I have long remembered that in those dark and dark days in my memory, there was someone who cried with me. In those days that were as dazzling as the stars, there was someone who laughed with me.
Many, many years later, when we finally forget all that, only the young faces in the memory of that year are left, under the aperture of time, focused into the little bits and pieces of those days. Looking back, there is a slight bitter taste, bubbling in the warmth of the years.
I will always believe that we will all remember each other's smiles, just like to this day, the pouring rain in our memories is just a light cloud and a gentle breeze.
Please always remember: a small star can also light up the night sky.
We are all little stars, and one day we will turn into butterflies in reality and light up the night sky.
But for now, let us remember those past times.
Remember, that year.