Scenes from the past reappear in front of my eyes, and the love letters are here to testify. I just want to remember everything that you and I once had. Time has reversed black and white, and it has quietly dyed history, and I can only tell the past attachment here alone. When we were childhood sweethearts, time intertwined between you and me in this bustling city. Time ruthlessly tore this relationship apart. We knew I loved you, but in the end we were still far apart. We knew we couldn't be together, but we still forced ourselves to laugh every day. Why did what was supposed to happen in the novel really happen? It was more tragic than the storm, not to mention the turbulence of the flood. There is no denying the existence of that feeling, I just want to share it with others quietly. Witness together the days we have walked, everything that happened along the ancient roads, the harbor, and the mottled stone corners. This past has never been let go, but no one wants to wake up.