The torrent of time drowned our city and drowned our world.
Every day I clean the room, wipe the picture frame, and look at the edge of the water, the white birds and the smoke.
At the end of life, it turned out to be so calm and shallow, like a beautiful silent movie.
I ate alone, walked, fished, and built a new fortress against the invasion of time under the sun.
And you know, this fortress will eventually become smaller and smaller, and many things, even though I am reluctant to give up, I have to discard them.
That sofa, my dear, we once took a family photo there.
Because of my embarrassment, you all laughed so hard in that photo.
Those smiles are better than all the sunshine in the future, every day Light up my life
that wine glass, those building blocks, that tree
, and that city under the deep sea of time
Sometimes I look down at the dim shadows in the dark sea, the ruins in my heart
So I think of that poem gorgeous.
But caring about the path, the sky is green and green.
I'm really old, and I don't remember what they looked like
But my dear, I don't have to miss them, because they'll be mine forever And
finally one day this city of building blocks will crumble
and then I can sink in The warm bottom of the sea, the place where we first fell in love
So I face this nothingness with kindness
Because I know it existed, and am grateful that it has given me so much
love and sorrow, the deep sea of time, the wasteland of memory.
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