Regarding some cumbersome memories, because I am afraid of being forgotten, and I am also afraid of forgetting others.
Probably, some of the laughter and tears of youth are collected together in this box.
This is a true story belonging to Yinian. My happiness. My sadness.
Life is an ever-changing drama, and it is difficult for us to distinguish the protagonist from the supporting role.
Memories are like looking at the world through a cup, everything is reflected in its ups and downs.
Youth is too hasty and years are easy to grow old. What else can be immortal?