Good night, the time that has passed

I saw this passage on the Internet:

A person always has to take a strange road, see unfamiliar landscapes, listen to unfamiliar songs, and then in a casual moment, you will find that the things that you have worked so hard to forget are really forgotten.

It tells us that time heals all your wounds, and if not, it must be a lack of time.

I had thought that the pain engraved in my heart would follow me for the rest of my life, but when the years were given countless years and years, those scab wounds were no longer painful. The pain that had torn the heart and lungs apart also became blurred. Because it faded and forgot.

Maybe some midnight dream will occasionally go back to the original time, that time, that experience, wake up even if you have tears in the corners of your eyes, but the corners of your mouth are still slightly up. Because you know that you have harvested the good that you once had, and now, you are better.

Good night, the time that has passed.