These are scattered memories and patchwork images. It's just that those things in your memory begin to blur, begin to forget, and pick up, but they are still broken. Those loosened hands will eventually be lost no matter how they are searched for.
There are only so many tears, and the years are only so long, what can be left? It's just that we fell in love and broke up. It's just a process. Finally, in front of the years, our eyes are blurred and our memories are blurred.