Memory is like a beautifully carved scroll, depicting every bit of experience. The cherished, missed, forgotten, and beautiful things are also engraved on it exactly.
When I was young, I once loved someone deeply as if it was engraved in my bones, but because I could not withstand the scrutiny of time, it eventually became a reflection of yesterday, and I could only look back and miss him occasionally.
I have always wanted to write a memoir about him, about those green years, to commemorate that unforgettable yet gentle secret love.
Some of the stories are fictional and some are real... Maybe your past is also imprinted in them.
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