Who has seen the true appearance of life, or touched it, or had a heart-to-heart conversation with it? It is like the wind, silent and invisible. It may have left traces on the branches or footsteps on the water, but still does not know its true shape.
If I really forget every bit of my youth, I still want to remember you in my memory.
Purpose: record every little thing in life and portray the youthful look in your heart