"There are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years."
Time flies by, but the years are unforgettable. When memories become a cage that makes people miserable, there is nothing we can do about those beautiful years except seeing through them.
Youth can neither be copied nor repeated. All love and hate, no matter right or wrong, who gave love to whom, who paid wrongly to whom, time will always give you the answer.