Time is too thin and the gaps between fingers are too wide. What I can't grasp is not only time. Once upon a time, many people sighed with emotion. How many people truly appreciate its connotation? What I miss is those unscrupulous days and those young and flawless days. Time is a torrent that washes away the youthfulness that once existed, leaving only indifference. One day I will become an adult with a standard smile like an equation, and then gradually forget, forget those young and frivolous days, forget those little things that grow in love between children. Occasionally mentioned, it was just that I was young at the time.