All things have animism and all things have feelings.
Time is like a song, and time periods are memories.
Every memory is a word of reminiscence.
Love arises in a moment and lasts forever.
Everyone has a world of their own in their hearts. There, we imagine freely, add ink to the seemingly ordinary details of ourselves and others, tell everyone about things we usually keep secret, feel happy about, and feel emotional about.
Thinking about it many years later, those past events are just a fleeting time.
But I will always remember that in those years, we laughed, cried, met, and struggled. When I think back to the past again, I will remember the fun and the seriousness of the past.
Intention: Things will never be forgotten, and time will never be forgotten.