**In the lonely heart, the deep purple poppy is always swaying non-stop.
**Is it really possible to forget those things called memories?
***You never know when you're making a memory. A very pertinent sentence, a person never knows what in life can be called a memory. It is undeniable that those bitter memories will always be engraved deep in our hearts. Bitterness will always make our hearts throb, even if times have changed.
***The rusty iron door opens for you***
[When I open this page now, it feels very familiar. It seems like almost a year and a half has passed. . It feels like a long time to count on your fingers. I'll consider picking up the pen again, but don't have high expectations, folks. Bow, salute. Floating by~~~~~~~