Lost Light

Time is like water in your hands, whether you hold it too tightly or too lightly, it will pass. However, the time in the memory will not fade away. It is still as vivid and active as the protective color of a layer of wax. When I was young, I had the most ignorant crush. In youth, the most unforgettable first love. When the secret love was quietly lost, he quietly approached the bottom of my heart. Gently rub the medicine on my aching heart. However, maybe we are too young and do not know how to cherish each other, and trample on each other's dignity in misunderstanding and hatred... When we grow up, we still cannot see clearly the true meaning of youth in our youth. In the entanglement of love and hate, I use my tired heart to find relief, but in my mind I recall the past scene after scene, trapping myself in the past, making my eyes blind to the future. But when our memory fades, that scene will eventually fade away, and only vague shadows, rough outlines, and simple sighs remain in our minds. Gradually, it seemed like it was being sorted into boxes and piled into the storage room, and no one paid attention to it anymore... Eventually it was forgotten in the past.