C252 It Is Good to See the Shallow Edge of the Deep

Gently stroking the strings of my youth, trying to play out my once happy dream. However, I did everything I could to never find the lost music, leaving only the endless sadness. Looking back suddenly, the road of youth has been filled with sad footprints, unknowingly, sadness has already sown the period of my youth...

Flipping the title page of the memory, touching the time, some thoughts