Collection of Daily Essays in Fleeting Years

Everyone is looking forward to tomorrow, and many things are washed away and diluted in the ocean of time. Words are a good thing. For those who like nostalgia, the people and things in the past are scattered and hidden in words of varying lengths. They are clearly visible like washed out photos. This work is piled up with words from every stage of the entire youth. I would like to use this to commemorate our lost youth.