I think time is really magical. It can't dilute memories, but it can smooth out feelings. The sensitivity of the past and the indifference of the present will have traces once they existed, just like a wall with nails driven into it. No matter how you polish and fill it, it will always be there. I used to think of him no matter what I did, but now I feel stupid at the time, but I don't regret what I did. I just feel that there are some things that you can't empathize with just by listening to other people say them. You have to experience them yourself. +