It is not terrible to sleep alone, but to be forgotten. And the process of struggling with forgetting is the most painful process. -Inscription Memory is a city, surrounded by flesh and blood, surrounded by bitter struggle. I will always walk into the depths of my memory and talk to my soul at a beautiful moment. I have a grandfather. I used to have everything about him, and now only his soul is left. On that gorgeous night of contradiction, grandpa fell asleep. The stars also fell asleep, and people were trapped in red eyes and tears. The sky was silent, and only vilen was telling bedtime stories. Everything is too ordinary, like a dream. If it weren't for the cold equipment, I didn't even know I was in the hospital, in this place where ignorance was erased ... This memory was imprisoned in the deepest and darkest place of my memory. The more you forget, the deeper you remember. That I don't even know what I'm thinking, so I think of my grandfather and cry. I wasn't so sad when I first felt where you were going, but this memory was restarted again and again, which made people get deeper and deeper in this endless memory torture and lost themselves. Memory is a maze. Go in if you are curious, and get lost if you go in. At this time, you will regret it and blame yourself. When you finally come out, you will enter a bigger maze. Therefore, we always walk into the depths of memories full of contradictions. In the depths of my memory, there is also a fragment separated from the darkness, which has become my hope and belief. That is to help grandpa find a magnifying glass. When he found it, grandpa would always say, "Good boy!" This has also become the best way for me to gain confidence. Whenever I hear this sentence, my body will unconsciously stand up and my head will be held high. At that time, I was happier than anything else. I don't know why such a small thing will remain in my memory for so long. Maybe it's because I'm too excited about my grandfather's praise, or the kind of affection that makes ginseng impenetrable. At this time, the brightest star in my memory. Grandpa always smiles when he praises me. Seeing grandpa smile is the happiest thing. How I want to see grandpa again and watch him laugh again. Perhaps only tears are parting, and only sadness is growth. I walked into the depths of memory, but I was moved to the depths of my soul by memory. I don't know whether my heart is filled with temporary sweet happiness or real permanent sadness. ...