Sand Between Fingers

I often do this, pick up a handful of sand grains at the beach and let them slip away from my fingertips. The golden thread is like time, taking away many memories in our lives. The past is just sand between our fingers, but we still can't help but look back. ---------------------------------------- The short stories are strung together to outline the past. ---------------------------------------- Our youth story, our modern novel, please support us~~ Our long martial arts series is in progress... Intention: