I have imagined countless times that I can own a time machine like Nobita that can travel to various points in time at will. Use it to get back those people you should have lost in your life and change the mistakes you are destined to make in your destiny. However, life is not an animation, and I am not a hero. Many people I love deeply have quietly walked into my life, leaving behind a beautiful memory, and then left quietly and hurriedly, leaving me standing there alone holding a hydrogen balloon full of memories and refusing to let go.
"I guessed the beginning of the story, but not the end." Life is like this. If everything is doomed, there is no fun in life. Beautiful encounters do not necessarily end in fairy tale happiness. When facing those people who have left you but cannot be forgotten, you can actually put down the burden of memories, leave them in the space that should be abandoned, smile slightly, then turn around and stride forward.
They, they, are just passers-by in your life.