The Light Left Behind

Time is like water cupped in your hands. Clench your fists too tightly or hold them too loosely, and it will all slip away. But time preserved in memory never fades. Like a protective coat of wax, it remains vivid and alive.

In youth, there is the most innocent secret crush. In adolescence, the first love that leaves the deepest mark.

When my secret crush quietly slipped away, he stole into my heart. He gently dabbed medicine on my aching heart. But perhaps we were too young to know how to cherish each other. Misunderstandings and hatred trampled our dignity...

When we grew up, we still couldn't see the true meaning of our youth. Tangled in love and hate, we searched for escape with weary hearts. Yet one memory after another kept replaying in our minds, trapping us in the past until we could no longer see the future.

But as our memories fade, that scene will eventually disappear, leaving only a vague shadow and a rough outline in our minds, along with a few simple sighs. Gradually, it will be put away in a box, stored in a back room, and left untouched...

Until, at last, it is forgotten in the past.