The little pieces of warmth are integrated to form a story.
Maybe the emotion is not mature enough, maybe it is very young, maybe it will just run rampant in your world, maybe it will end in regret.
But that white will always appear when you are tired, and that plaid shirt will always hold you gently when you want to cry.
If we start in the early morning, I hope to end in the evening. The sun in the evening is no longer hot, and there is only a residual warmth that is not enough to form a frame. The brilliance at that time is no longer piercing, shining freely and making people remember, but it will no longer be as dazzling as the brilliance at noon. The remaining warmth in the evening will also dissipate with the arrival of the stars, but I will still cherish every second before it dissipates.
————Three Astringent Sunny Days