Emotions buried in the dust can be found, but they are difficult to awaken.
The clean white cotton T-shirt in my memory, the love words spoken while holding hands, the unbearable parting on a rainy day... Bloomed in the age of half-knowledge, and withered in the time of sudden enlightenment.
So you were forgotten in the sea of people, abandoned on that day, and finally picked up by travelers passing by. Although you were grateful, you were prepared to be forgotten at any time.