This is a series of stories based on real events.
Many people and many things pass through our lives. Some pass by in a flash, and some stay for a long time. Some are ignored, and some are unforgettable. Some are irresistible and some are lingering. Some seem to come out of the blue, and some seem destined to happen. Some are the joy that echoes like honey, and some are the sadness that floats shallowly late at night.
In the middle and at the end of those stories, when we suddenly realized that we wanted to keep them, they seemed to have floated into the visible sky, waving their hands silently; I jumped up and reached out, but only caught its tail, then let go and fell back to the ground.
Since time is hard to keep, can you let me pour out my soul to feel it? Can I try my best to remember it with time and everything in it?
I hope that in the future, when I am looking at these words or not looking at these words, and the past flashes across my eyes, the corners of my mouth will be slightly raised.
Intention: The encounter between people is like one tree shaking another tree, one cloud pushing another cloud, one soul awakening another soul. Can I try my best to remember it with time and everything in it.
