Weeping for the innocence that once existed;
Worried about the laughter that once existed;
Laughing at the childishness of the past;
Sigh for those past memories.
I still remember that summer, there was such a person holding my hand.
But now this winter, the person standing next to him is no longer him.
The reason why memories are beautiful is because they are gone and never come back.
The reason why memories are memories is because memories will one day be forgotten. No matter how hard we try, memories are still memories and one day they will disappear in people's minds.