2004-2014, Ten years.
When I was in high school, I loved Xiaosi's "The Summer Solstice Has Not Arrive" the most. The diary written in the middle of summer is like a magic book in my eyes. I lamented how it could be written so well, and some of it was even excerpted in the notebook.
I have always wanted to write down the pictures in my memory. Time please give me the strength to let those people and things return to their original colors.