I don't know when I started to have trouble remembering things. What was on my mind one second, I forgot the next. It's middle-aged greasy men like me who are young and forgetful about sex and novels. The memories gradually increased and occupied more than half of my brain. The sunny, handsome, slightly humorous and confident boy he once was has disappeared, like a ginkgo leaf swept up by the autumn wind, disappearing and nowhere to be found.
Fortunately, I still have memories and can recall the past. She is so important in my life that she is indispensable besides being a family member. In order to avoid forgetting her in the future, I want to engrave her on paper while I still have memories, forever and ever.
Intention: Life is like this, you can't predict the future, all you can control is the present.