The old days, the present, and the illusions we maintain

The old days are long gone, before we step into this world. We can only perceive the dark red that it has survived in our own memory, and reminisce in the language that it was so romantic. In fact, nothing ever goes away, we are a continuation of it, only because they stayed in the past in such a great, unshakable way. This goes beyond what we despise in it.
The old time may not be great, but after all, it has become a tested eternity, a lingering taste, and an aftertaste that can easily bring tears to your eyes...
Old times may be cold and funny, we can easily deal with them Irony, however, we find at the same time that you are more hilarious right now, right now.
The old days have become stories, and while everyone is a part of the story, you can never look beyond the present to see the full story of the story you belong to. So, don't care if it's great or not? But in its integrity, when the story is told again and again, the old time becomes light, smooth, seductive, a relic of countless pasts...
The old time is no longer great, but we can't bear to pierce it, because we ourselves It's a relic of old times. In fact, the so-called story of the past is the present, which is ourselves.
The old time is what we are now weaving, it was gone before we entered this world, and we are trying to maintain the illusion of it. Because right now, we have nothing but appearances.

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