She said a lot of things that I don't remember.
I saw her vividly depicted how I was at that time, but it just like listened to a story somebody else's. I didn't have this paragraph in my memory, but I couldn't refute the fact that what she said didn't exist. I finally realize one thing is a little thing for one person, but it is unforgettable for another.
I don't remember. Those friends who we often hang out together when we were the twenties. I can't recall their name.
I don't remember. Why we used to talk about anything to each other but now we talk nothing but hello.
I don't remember. Time has gone so much.
I don't remember. When is it no longer be a child?
Sometimes maybe it is a good thing to forget so many things. Sometimes I wonder whether it is meaningful to remember the past.
But I'm so afraid I can't recognize you anymore.