Memory is taste

There are all kinds of flavors in life. Everyone has his own flavor. Where does this taste come from? I think it comes from experience, from the past. I look for the pure you again through my memory. I didn't think of you, but I'm in the place where the flowers bloom and leaves fall. At this moment, I can't help thinking of the pure you in the sea of people. I really want to tell you that your purity is precious. Therefore, I would like to dedicate this book to every pure friend around me. Memory is the taste.