Many times, when I think about their stories, I can't help but think of myself, wandering in the real world, and the things implanted in the bone marrow during adolescence that keep us alive for so long. I still have no regrets about everything we have experienced. How many years do we have to look back without sighing? As long as I don't let go, you will always be there and never leave. I also get tired of walking far away, but I have nowhere to stay. Commemorate a memory that only belongs to us, a memory that only belongs to us, a past that only we are qualified to talk and laugh about.