A young love affair that ended without a problem, a period of unremarkable years
I will always miss those erratic years. My thoughts wander all day long, aimlessly and without waves. Walking against the river of time, most of the time is as lazy and undisciplined as the waves in the river; occasionally, I will steal a ray of light from the bright sun and shine a little fluorescent. Those fleeting years, although they don't weigh much, carried my youth and my years. Even though I feel indifferent, I can't completely let go of it. I always think of it in my casual leisure time and give that time the sentimentality it deserves.
Intention: Miss those days