When we look back on the past, we find that all we can remember is just a little.
Have you ever painted with colors?
A white cloth, with many different colors woven through it: red, yellow, orange, green, cyan, blue, purple... From a distance, it's still just a white cloth. Our visual nerves automatically adjust the image.
Memory is a lot like our visual nerves. Those memories of happiness, pain, joy, and sorrow, when we look at them now, are just... like that.
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Oh haha, it was a little unexpected, and it was well written. When I finally decided to tell everything, things had changed. At the cost of his life, he gave that person the most profound memory that he could never forget. What's more, who said he wanted to forget? It's really sad to destroy someone in this way ------------------M