At that moment, who touched my heartstrings.
At that moment, who let me know that my heart was still beating.
At that moment, who made me understand that there are colorful colors in this world.
At that moment.
The past has passed, and the past has become the dust of the world, so inconspicuous.
Everything in the past is still a fresh memory, so unbearable to look back on.
Past events, memories, past, past.
How creative it is to welcome our future.
He always surprises me, which makes me so frustrated.
The strings of the present moment will also be broken and abandoned unconsciously.
The memories of the present will also be forgotten, in our future past.
Who touched my heartstrings and then left with his head held high.
In the end, the extremely clear breath was abandoned in the rush of time.
The future, dreams, and friendships will pass.