Time is indifferent, the world of mortals is cold, and everything that has happened has been annihilated. Only some memories follow us like a shadow, singing every night and describing with every stroke, and it is difficult to write them off.
Destiny will sooner or later make us meet certain people, one after another, and those people also let us know what kind of people we should or should not let ourselves become.
Beautiful yesterday, please forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. Tomorrow I will go to the end of the sky to meet the future, facing the warm sunshine of winter.
Intention: The years written in youth always flow in the mind inadvertently, but time is a one-way street. Once we step on it, we can never look back.