Poetry that touches my heartstrings

At that moment, who touched my heart. At that moment, who let me know that my heart is still beating. At that moment, who let me know that the world still has colorful colors. At that moment. The past has passed, and the past has become the dust of the world, so ugly. Everything in the past, all that, is still fresh in my memory, so unbearable. Past events, memories, once, are all in the past. How creative it is to meet our future. He always surprises me, which makes me depressed. The temporary strings will be broken and abandoned unconsciously. Now memories will be forgotten, in our future past. Who touched my heartstrings and walked away with his head held high. In the end, the incomparable clear breath was abandoned in that hurry. The future, dreams and friendship will all pass.