Afraid that everyone around me will leave one by one, afraid that time will pass and the past will be forgotten.
No matter whether they are happy or sad, regardless of passers-by or company, I don't want them to slip away like quicksand without leaving any trace.
When I grow old with time, they will vividly tell the once-in-a-lifetime past in my words, all the stories I have with them.
Purpose: Nostalgia for the past inspires my life.