The Wind Blows Gently

People are very forgetful, memory is like wisps of smoke, and time is like a gentle breeze. The wind blows gently and blows away our memories inadvertently. Now, even if the dry fire burns brightly and fills the sky with red light, the memory is just a wisp of green smoke. When the fire is out, the tobacco continues to linger, and gradually, in the end, even the tobacco disappears.