You See, Time Is Messed up Again

When the timeline completely collapses and the past and future intertwine before your eyes, will you choose to repair your regrets or run into the unknown? Watching the clouds open and seeing the sun and moon, my heart becomes clear towards the distance. Hope and despair alternate repeatedly, and fantasy and reality collide fiercely. Happiness is pain wrapped in sugar, and smile is courage hidden in tears. I saw dark thorns in the spring garden, smelled the stench of copper rust in the green city, and heard the ridicule of the wind by the calm lake - even the toffee was full of bitterness, and even the portraits were cold. But I am still laughing late at night. The moisture under the moonlight is not tears, but the hot enthusiasm flowing for regret, for incompetence, for the wind and rain, for the morning sun, and for the hope that will eventually come! ——This is a newbie's first work, so please understand.