I still remember the little Ayue, the past time, the past place, leaving only the longing for the fragments of the past that have passed forever, immersed in the long time...
It may not be true, time will distort memory. I wrote it for myself, but the writing is terrible. If I want to read something with beautiful writing, I'll look elsewhere. Thank you.
Don't accept boring criticism and slander.
We are happy to accept corrections of typos and language logic, thank you.