Blue-green like mold.
That is the color of memory.
In the past, all kinds of pictures used yellow like wheat ears as the main tone.
Gee. golden years.
On the sea, scattered roofs, some people are still holding on to their memories. Some have long since given up and let the sea flood the roof. And why do you have to build the house high again and again, the space can only get smaller and smaller, this is a kind of hardship and persecution for yourself, and more memories will give you a deeper torment. What's more, there is only one person left, why not let the blue-green water swallow all the bits and pieces of the past, and we escape in a small boat.
It turns out that sticking to it or not is actually only up to you.
Memories are such an embarrassing thing. Thinking back to when we were running under the tree, have you ever imagined that the mulberry fields have turned into a sea, and the old people are only themselves. As long as you accidentally mention a little bit, all the past will come out, how can you resist.
At the end of my favorite video, the old man was drinking wine for two people alone. Come, let's toast, as always.
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