It turns out that my previous immaturity made me miss a lot of things to say.

As we continue to grow, we eventually miss some seasons, some things, and some people. When tomorrow becomes today, becomes yesterday, and finally becomes a day that is no longer important in memory. We suddenly discovered that time is always related to vicissitudes of life. Flowers bloom for a season, people live for a lifetime, and only time is safe and sound. Those wrong turns, those tears shed, those drops of sweat, no matter good or bad, ultimately made me who I am now. Some things are destined to become stories, and some people are destined to become old friends. Don’t worry about it, don’t miss it, just remember it occasionally...