Collect

Time is like the flowers in the forest fading the spring red, too hasty. The stumbling journey of growth has gone round and round for many rounds. Every time I grow older, I always think there will be a big difference. In fact, I finally find out that it is just a slightly more advanced copy. Looking back in retrospect, the long river of time has washed away everyone, and no one may be who they were back then. Because the experiences we spent together, big and small, can never be replaced. Here we recall an ordinary but special memory together. Intention: Memories