Last year's Marion Bard was perhaps the one he remembered. His endless words are a powerful proof of this world. Also a confession of the past. That music is the thread, hooking up the dots that rise. Lead the words to the echoes of the high heels on the marble floor the few times she walked by. Perhaps, not the world of memory. Memory and heaven and earth seem to contradict each other. It is a castle of memory. The labyrinth is the road in the castle. Under the guidance of "music", perhaps the flow of "music" later carried the castle, and even "overthrown" the castle. He left with her. Or "I took you away"? I prefer to believe that he walked out of the labyrinth and into the future. I like to think that "they" crossed the castle and "flyed" into the future. When I looked down, I found that the castle was made of a labyrinth.
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