Every young man once thought that turning thirty was a distant thing, but as time passes by, the childishness of youth gradually fades away, and is replaced by calm faces. I wonder if anyone will be able to remember the youthful things when they dream back at midnight. In fact, the past will slowly fade away with time and become a shadow in my heart. Occasionally, I will even think about it and wonder if this really happened to me? Those stories gradually lost their context, leaving only one or two details that were engraved in my heart. They seemed to be engraved in my heart and mind, and I didn't intend to forget them. With these details, I was able to confirm my memory. It turned out that everything really happened.