Time is a terrible thing. It can heal everything. It can scrape away the good or bad traces in the heart, leaving only vague scars. Later, he remembered less and less about him, and in the end he couldn't even dream. Maybe this was the best result.
Intention: In life, every place and every person we pass by may become a stop. We always like to recall and miss. Now I find that the person and things that are deep in my heart have slowly faded over time, and even his face cannot be traced out. . .