and then we built bricks and walls to build a new shelter on top of it Time and
time again
because there is no other way
Life goes on
and this room will eventually get smaller and smaller
There are many things in spite of being reluctant to give up Also immersed in the blue time, the
old man pushed open the door of the room on the lowest floor.
He walked on the ground and
looked up at the long, crooked, and intermittently accumulated buildings.
This time must be full of disappointments,
even though everyone is Such
a simple start tirelessly builds a lonely persistence. . . It’s too narrow to hold,
too heavy, and too much to treasure
. The shell I now live in (holding and cherishing in my heart) is too narrow.
This used to be just a small flat-topped house. The
memory used to be just going on,
time let everything be Fuzzy, buried and abandoned,
memories are always good and exhausting
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