Time burned to ashes, leaving only a dappled memory

Always happy

Huan's sentence: A trance, a turn, we are so fast to die of old age. I think he should be quite like me, always living in memory. hehe.

On the street, in the alley, see a familiar scene, a similar back, a casual small action, or hear a word, a word, a paragraph, I can be silent for a long time, and then suddenly fell back to the past, with a little sadness to remember the past...

Nostalgic for the past bits and pieces, and then look at the present self, decadent and full of scars, sometimes even they can't bear this huge gap, always blaming themselves over and over again: How come you are like this? What the hell is going on with all this?

All I want to say, and only to say, I don't know, I really don't know...

Perhaps, I am such a pathetic person, abandoned by time at the original point... What a great liar and what a great liar he said, the ugly duckling he said will eventually turn into a beautiful white swan, I don't believe it anymore, the white clouds are tight, the birds are transiting, I write an elegy for myself, is there a group of people in this world destined to be forgotten? Byron said: I have never loved the world, and it is the same for me. It turns out that God has always been unjust, everyone's fate will be different, I don't know what my future will be like, the next stop, how I will go on, as if nothing can withstand the baptism of time and distance, and finally diluted. I was thinking, if I could go back in time, I'd like to go back in time forever, really.

I hate myself so much, I waste my life every day, and one evening after another flows quietly in the silent sadness. It seems that when people begin to grow up slowly, they will slowly remember the past, the studies that they have not been able to handle well, and the lovers who have not been treated well. But what's the use of that? This is all in the past, and compared with the current decadence and depravity, I want to go back to the shallow ignorance, childishness and ridiculousness of the beginning, and then go on with the world without dispute and happiness. But what can be done now, except remembrance, seems to be nothing. That's the way it is, so what can we change?

Only by accepting it implicitly, and now beginning to understand how tough life needs to withstand the polish of time, when the light flowed cleanly without a drop, but still persistently remembered, I knew that my life still needed to be stronger, but, I did not understand, how the so-called "stronger" is now decadent