Old photos appear inadvertently, in the dim light, as if the barriers of time have been broken. Intermittent past events came to mind, and subtle touches and warm sadness overflowed every corner of my heart. Where is the person in the deep memory now in that corner of the world? She might have changed her hair accessories or her face, and you wouldn't be able to tell if you passed her by. But it's not a kind of happiness to have a longing hidden in my heart and think about it from time to time.