Quietly reminiscing, searching for the years gone by.

    A single note, recalling countless sorrows; a touch of melancholy, telling of countless broken memories; a thread of recollection, holding back countless sighs.

    --Epigraph

    How much time do we have to exchange for how much passion? We've wasted our lives on the path of life, what have we left behind? Nothing more than a fleeting glimpse of longing, a fleeting regret, a fleeting glimpse of indifference, a fleeting glimpse of loneliness on the road of growth…

    Time flies, the past is hard to find!

    Following the footprints of fleeting years, I trace back those bygone times. The unclear faces in the images still appear and disappear, yet I cannot clearly depict

    their contours. Lost words, scattered after death, lie scattered on the ground. Time transcends the carrying capacity of history, and the expectation of return remains distant. Traversing the peaks of images, my heart's reverie drifts with my dreams to the end of the images.

    Those blessings of the past are the maxims of youth, a lifelong reply. Yesterday's bittersweet memories, like images from afar, unfold in my mind's eye, forming an elegant dance. At that time, I was simply happy and carefree.

    Alone in the quiet night, I lie by my heart's window, listening to the wheel of time turning the sparks in my memories. I gaze upon countless mountains and rivers, lingering over the most beautiful scenery, as if the landscape beyond the horizon were the most beautiful. But the wheel of time offers no respite. Time flies. Images leave a deep imprint on my time, those wisps of smoke drifting away on the wind, turning into raindrops, falling beside you.

    A dream under the moonlit night, seeking a moment of peace!

    The sound of the wind adds a touch of chill. Holding a handful of memories, soaking a drop of longing, gazing back and forth, I offer a few pieces of affection, savoring all the worldly affairs!