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English: In the quiet embrace of passing moments, our memories slowly blur and blend into the tapestry of time. Colors that once painted our experiences now soften, like the gentle strokes of an artist's brush. Faces, once vivid, become like distant constellations in the night sky, their outlines softened by the vast expanse between us and them. The laughter, the tears, the whispers of love—these echoes of our past gradually dissipate, leaving behind a bittersweet nostalgia that tugs at the corners of our hearts. As we navigate the currents of life, the once sharp edges of our recollections gradually erode, and what remains is a mosaic of emotions that remind us of the journey we've undertaken through the river of time.