Time can make everything become very, very faint, and even I need to work hard to recall it in order to feel how tragic it was at the beginning. Or use the traces left at that time to remind myself that I really met you, but fate is a hyperbolic trajectory.
Like me, I always dig out fragmented memories among fragmented old things. I can't find the order, and I can't figure out the causes and consequences. I just giggle at a passing scene. It's a memory worth remembering. How wonderful. Letters, photos, gifts... Every time I clean, I always feel emotional, it turns out you left me a lot, why is the line disconnected now. It was once so close, and then recently it started to move further and further away. Two years, three years... How long can I miss it until I completely forget it. Until your letters turn to dust, your gifts collect dust at the bottom of the box, and your photos turn yellow and broken.
In fact, I have been trying hard to forget, but the sun is still there. It shines on the palm of my hand and makes me feel bone-piercing pain.
Conception: