The undercurrent of time has pushed me to set off to experience life, disappointment and helplessness, and also feel the abundance of the world and the warmth of people's hearts.
And when I'm old, time relentlessly takes back the strength, health, and even memory it once gave us. I'm becoming an old, demented old man again, with dim vision and sluggishness. Everything is irreversible.
Time, let the superficial be faded, let the profound be remembered. But some things are like shells that guide us to the place we have been thinking about all our lives in the dilemma that we can't see our fingers.
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