Pay Homage to My Late River of Time

This is not a fictional story. Every article you read is something that someone in a corner of the world has experienced or is experiencing. I am just a pair of eyes and a pen, writing to you what I see. Maybe you will be surprised that this story seems familiar. Maybe, I am watching your story in a corner and writing about your life. Introduction: In our lives, we always fall in love with a happy guy for some unknown reason without thinking about the outcome, and we often call this past youth. Youth may be a thing, a person, it has been alive, and it once flowed in the river of a certain memory of ours. I have no title for writing this book, and I don't know how long it will take. I just want to use my poor pen to commemorate my late river of time...