Gathering and scattering, when the familiar youth is about to fade away through the rings of time, people always want to keep him, even if it is just a tail. Growing up is accompanied by a vague loneliness and a faint pain. After time, the memories of the youth slowly wash away the sadness and become warm and precious. Finally, at the moment when they are about to pass away, only one face and one sentence are enough to cure the helplessness and loneliness of wandering in the depression and vicissitudes of later generations.
Yes, everyone has left, and the girl finally waited for the boy she loved, but in the missed youth, her dream was finally lost with regret, so she came to look for the lost preciousness, bid farewell to it, put it into the pocket of memory, hide it deeply, and commemorate it.
Love is pure, but people gradually forget it in their sophistication and forget the original desire in human nature.
There are always too many things we share in our memories that cannot be erased or dissolved.
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