Time goes back to those three years in a blink of an eye. Looking back, we have traveled such a long way together from acquaintance to mutual understanding. That year we chased the wind and watched the sunset, and the warm moments that only belonged to us were recorded in our diaries. Maybe we ourselves will slowly forget, forget every bit of our past. So the past cannot be changed, the future is created by us, and the present is something we can cherish. When we grow up, we all think: If I had not let go, if I had cherished it, if I had stopped being angry, if... But we don't have ifs, and we can't start over. Maybe, as the prophecy says, everything in the world will happen again in 129,600 years. I hope that we will not want to do it all over again at that time. We are looking forward to the kind of book that says, "When your hair is gray and your appearance is old, I will still be like this, holding your hands and being gentle to the world."
Intention: I can understand emotions. What I've experienced, what I've seen