I once thought that there was only daylight in my world, and the big trees around me would always protect me from the wind and rain.
The humorous words of those classmates, the quirky expressions, and the figures sleeping on the desks, all the colors in the memory became clear and bright...
We express our sorrows and joys wantonly, and we firmly believe that our own eyes distinguish right from wrong...
I thought I could use my brush to paint all the scenery I imagined, and use the three primary colors to create a whole colorful world.
However, how could the world only have daylight? How could the picture of life be just pure colors?
When night falls and I'm about to be crushed,
Those people and memories turned into starlight and surrounded me, becoming the warm background.
It turns out that we all remember,
It turns out that we have never forgotten...
Updated every Friday night.
