Emotions are a wonderful thing. They are at the peak of the waves today and may be at the trough tomorrow. It is unpredictable and has no reason.
Whether sad or happy, no matter how profound it was at the time, it will be submerged in the flow of time and cease to exist. No matter how you recall it in the future, it can only be a thing and not the feeling at that time.
Just like a short-lived flower, it is blooming in an instant. Even if it blooms again, it will not be the same one.
This article is not a novel, just an essay. I write whatever comes to mind to commemorate my past sentimentality.