Or a pair of glasses, a watch, anything you can carry with you.
When we grow old, when time is all but you, and the quiet smiles in those pictures that hang on the walls and side tables, when the dust of life floods our building block hut like an ocean...
maybe there's one more Everything, will occasionally lead you to dive to the deep seabed of memory, imagine every scene that belongs to the past, and recall the bits and pieces of our experience together.
On that day, please pour a glass of wine for me too, and celebrate the beauty and sorrow of this life in the way you like.
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