These words have been in my mind for a long time, two, three, or even more years. Many stories I have written before, many things that happened around me are written on them. They have the shadow of many friends, which are paradoxical. We walked out of the small town together, and everyone gradually walked out of their own trajectory. There are also many people who are about to walk out of my life. I am very sad but powerless. Sometimes we all go out for a drink and talk about the past over and over again, laughing loudly until tears come out of our eyes. I think what I can do is write something to tell everyone that the past, the most beautiful times in life, and the most important people in growing up are all in my memory and will never be forgotten.