I often feel that the past is a very distant but friendly blur, and I can't help but redefine it again and again. Watching the familiar things that once surrounded me have gone further. People say that this is growing up. When I am alone, I re-direct the traces of my growth. They are all engraved so deeply. All the things I thought I would not remember day by day, now, people say that in the age when I grow up, they are competing to warm me. The few remaining realities that have been washed away. Some people say that young hearts are too afraid of loneliness and always mistake love as a lifelong career. So there are a lot of innocent moans from everyone. In fact, I know that we are just not used to it. At the end of a quarter of our lives, hesitation, hesitation, and sinking are the limits that a heart can bear. No matter how difficult the present is, we can never escape it and be passed by.