Standing on the balcony. This slowly consumes time. Try to imagine. Imagine you holding my hand and kissing my cheek. Imagine you leaning into my arms and pinching my nose. Imagine you holding my hand tightly in a movie theater and saying you love me. Imagine that you desperately climbed over the wall from outside the dormitory and came in to deliver stomach medicine to me. Imagine you drag me to skip class to set off safety fireworks in the square. Imagine that you are my model learning photography, and you take the bus to visit the whole city. Then. Inhale these imaginations into your lungs along with the memories and the cigarette on your lips, and spit them out slowly. I won't talk about your goodness. Don't remember your bad things. I treat these memories like tobacco. Inhale it into your lungs and send it out slowly. The love that I have said countless times in my memory. Finally turned into a faint smoke ring.
The love of those years is all here.
Concept: Memories of me and my group of friends