++I happened to look at old photos from the past few years, and memories came to me like a torrent of wild beasts. I suddenly envied the girl at that time. I missed her so much. I always felt that she was braver than me, believed in more things than me, was more likely to be happy than me, and believed in eternity more than me. She seemed to be living in the past forever, with those people and things staying in the past forever. Now I am standing in front of the mirror. The exquisite makeup on my face, the beautiful necklace and earrings make me look more mature, but also a bit childish. I don't look like her in a white dress. ++I am like a lonely memory collector. In every familiar moment, in every familiar action and scene, every late night, I think of bits and pieces of the past. Those people and things seem to emerge in my dreams. I live in memories and experience it again in dreams.
Intention: While the memories are not paying attention, I quietly sneak back and look at the past