You will meet all kinds of people on the road of growth. Some people are like meteors piercing the sky, fleeting, but leaving a bright brilliance that makes people remember deeply.
A small town left behind my youth and witnessed my growth.
In this small town, there are people I know well and people I have passed by, people I like and people I hate.
The small town in my memory is gradually disappearing, and her memory is gradually blurring.
The only constant is the rolling time, which will smooth everything away and leave behind fragments.
Purpose: Tell a story that will soon be forgotten