Many times, I have serious doubts about my past. I suspect that the times I have experienced are all illusory, but when I read the things I wrote in the past on my phone, the pain in my heart about Weiwei and Zhao Huanhuan is real. Every time I float between reality and illusion, I want to reach out and seize the time that is flowing away from my eyes and bring the past to the present. But except for the sadness left between the lines, I can't leave anything behind. Inadvertently, I saw those people in the KouKou list. It has been many years. Most of their names and avatars are still in my list, and a few have disappeared from my friends list. After graduating from college, Weiwei had deleted me as a friend for a long time, and Zhao Huanhuan had been silent for more than ten years without updating her mood. The people and things that had appeared in my life had become people in the story many years later. I looked at Zhao Huanhuan's dim profile picture and the blank group belonging to Weiwei with a sad look on my face.
Intent: Memories of the good life in the past and yearning for youthful love.