From childhood to adulthood, will we still remember the things we missed, grasped, and lost? Do those young faces and vivid expressions leave a lasting mark in your memory? Life is always moving forward, never stopping, and gradually, it begins to be forgotten. The world is always like this, no matter what happens, it will always be buried with the passage of time. I want to use words to record what I want to remember (daily text, unknown number of words)
Concept: Time will pass and memory will fade, but words will not be destroyed