Memory is like a tree, years cover you like rings, and so does life. If one day, you want to see the original pure appearance, you must open the annual rings that have already been integrated into the skin. This is an unforgettable memory. Seize the soil of dreams, turn the seeds of memory into towering trees and experience spring, summer, autumn and winter. Wake up the bud of memory in the wind and rain, and continue the beauty to the next spring.