I know that the moment time passes, the fate of passing by. It has become another form of nostalgia.

But if you have regarded all of this as a state of indifference, no matter whether it is on the playground or outside school, the encounter at that time will become a deliberate one.

Those gorgeous words, words and sentences have become another form of mourning.

If we talk about youth, it stays in place motionlessly, and all your longings have turned into another form of disappointment. This is not only because you have put in all your dreams and efforts.

All experiences, all efforts to strive for success, seem to have gained experience and lessons from them.

When you left school that day, we didn’t know where you went. We were all curious.