Everyone has been young once, and every young heart has been immersed in the taste of family, love and friendship. Like the ending of all past events, there is always a bit of tepid loneliness, and youth is more like a luxurious feast. The cups and plates are all scattered, the crowd is destined to recede, and no one wants to chew alone among the cold soup remnants. It is better to meditate and savor the lingering fragrance between your lips and teeth.
Many years later, you are still you and I am still me, but there is no contact between you and me. Our story has only the beginning and no ending. The trajectory of life is just like the two parallel lines on the blackboard, each extending infinitely along the scale of destiny and never intersecting, but they are intertwined in the dark. All the joys and sorrows, love and hatred related to fate will eventually sink slowly into the dusty shore of time.
Purpose: Reminisce about the past and perceive the changes of the times