I always want to hold all the time in the past in the palm of my hand,
But like water, he is the most distant afterimage between the fingers.
We can't save those rivers,
But the passing memory will tell us its previous touch and temperature.
Those years have now become days of remembrance.
The sunshine back then was your gentle look,
Today, your facial features are still the same as before.
Intention: Those youths in chaos