The past is like a movie that has ended. No matter how many twists and climaxes it held, there always comes a moment when the show is over, leaving only an empty theater.
Isn’t life just as long a series? We are all characters in the story, earnestly playing the one-of-a-kind roles written for us.
When we were young, we were always in a hurry, and before we knew it, we had missed so many people and things. Those people and moments can never be filmed again. They remain only on the reels of memory, etched into our hearts. As the song “Old Boy” puts it, the memories and feelings we once had have ultimately slipped away. They are gone for good, and we may not even have had time to say goodbye. All we can do is tap at a screen with our fingertips and record each little detail, like brewing a cup of tea, whether light or strong. Only those who have tasted it can know all its many flavors.
Hello, everyone. I chose the pen name Jiuceng Yaodao. This is my first time writing, and my skills are still rough, so I hope you’ll share your thoughts. Every suggestion and criticism you offer is the most precious motivation to keep me going.
