These are memories of little things. I'm afraid they'll be forgotten, and afraid I'll forget other people.
They're probably some of the laughter and tears of youth, all gathered together in this little box.
This is Yi Nian's true story. My happiness. My sorrow.
Life is an unpredictable play, and it's hard to tell the leads from the supporting cast.
Memories are like looking at the world through a glass: everything is refracted into rises and falls.
Youth passes too quickly, and the years grow old. What, then, can last forever?
Dear. I really don't know how to comfort you.