Life itself is a strange journey, and everyone you meet is a beautiful accident.
Do you remember staying up late at night to read? Do you remember the journey you took for three years? Can you still recall the words carved on the corner of the table? The sleepy eyes, piled up test papers, used up pen refills... All seemed to disappear with the chirping of cicadas that summer. Looking back again, through the heavy curtains of time, those young faces are still clearly visible. Although the years are silent and never look back, there are always some people who soften your time and make your memory fresh. They have never gone far, and we have never been separated.