Fragmented memories will flash into my mind from time to time, piecing together a complete picture.
I used to be young and unruly, but later I gradually understood the sadness of "a few people hugging each other for warmth".
However, when I am falling out of love, when I am beaten by life, I will still think of you, whose face is blurred in my memory.
You are a moveable feast to me.
Concept: Not my moveable feast