When I was nine years old, time allowed me to meet you.
It was a carefree time, until later, I fell in love with you.
The process of human growth is also the process of constant loss. I started not to believe it, because of you, I was afraid.
Maybe I need enough courage to catch up with you and keep you.
Memories are frozen in time like amber, wrapping up the young man's thoughts.
I love you, I can tell you.
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Most of them are memories, and the narrative perspective is similar to writing a letter
I don't know how to define it. If we are not together, it should be BE.
Very short
Intention: Time is irreversible, time cannot be leveled