Some things happen too fast, and you lose the reason to wait, and there is no longer any expectation. But sometimes you know it is useless, but your heart is stubborn and unwilling to give up. On the night when I went home alone, I suddenly remembered, and then I suddenly discovered that I had never forgotten it. Those things had already been engraved in my memory. Memories, there is nothing that can be erased. Then I think of sunflowers, the golden color that hurts silently. Under the clean blue sky, the golden color makes people sting. Maybe the lonely sunflower is the capital of sunshine and arrogance! Is there anyone who can never be someone else's sunflower, and will never become a sunflower?????