Turning to the first page of the book, he still saw the handwriting he was most familiar with.
The slightly yellowed paper was filled with his thoughts, and deep love was revealed between the lines.
"If you see me again, will you still reach out?"
"If we met again, would you still say how are you?"
Sunlight squeezed into this dusty room through the cracks, but no one would open the book again.
Purpose: Although the past time has passed, it is not too late to cherish the present day.
