Growing pains always accompany youth.
Pain and unforgettable always exist in equal parts in the two halves of the progress bar that I miss the most. I can't tell who is more and who is less.
"I often close my eyes late at night and see fragments of memory popping up.
There is grief, there is giving up, there is effort, there is separation. "
Sure enough, there is no beauty in life, most of it is just busy.
In this long interstellar river, I am just an inactive life form from a certain planet, and in the next few years or even after a period of time, I will eventually become the most inconspicuous speck of dust, dispersed by the wind.
Drop randomly
Concept: just incomplete individual fragments