Written at the Beginning of the Passing of Time

I have long wanted to write about some things, some people, some existences in my life that I cannot help but mind. In such an era where time is fleeting, maybe it doesn't make much sense for me to do this. I remember a girlfriend once said to me that those who should leave will never stay, but I still can't bear to let the years fly by like this. I think I can always do something. ． ． ． ． ．