Is there an unforgettable time, even in the ordinary years, an ordinary life, an ordinary journey?
To say that grandeur is too illusory, when it comes to the past can only be remembered, and when it comes to the future, it is too far away, and it is not as good as living in the present. Every moment is now, and a lifetime has become the present. One day when I want to look back on my life, I ask, how was that year? Then he answered confidently that the scenery was particularly beautiful that year.
This is a story from that year. The time of that year, the wind and rain of that year, the ignorance of that year. That year we learned to chase, chase dreams and love. In the end, only the scenery and youth of that year were left.