C346 No Matter How Beautiful the Memories Were They Were Only Memories from the past

No matter how good a memory is, it's just a memory of the past.

We didn't care about the noise outside. We just quietly kissed and didn't care about anything.

I kissed her for a long time, until finally I kissed her until I was numb and she was tired.

After we separated, we sat on the waterproof backpack, leaning against the drainpipe wall, nestling together, waiting for time to pass