Memories, this road leading to the past, seems to have no end. Those springs we once had have disappeared in the long river of time. Miss those innocent years, when the future was far away and our hearts were pure and carefree. Wherever we are destined to arrive, no matter how long the night is, there will always be a bright light illuminating the way forward. I once thought that those insurmountable days would last forever, but now I find that I can no longer go back to that past.
At that time, we always naively thought that time was extremely long and that we had enough time to make amends and forgive. Youth, this word seems so thin, everything seems so light. However, as soon as the gentle wind blows, we all fly away and scatter to the end of the world. People are often immersed in memories of the past, not because those years were wonderful, but because they have disappeared and can no longer be traced.
The world is unpredictable, gentleness is blown away, familiar people are also blown away, leaving only endless thoughts. Time, this invisible pair of eyes, is sharper than what we can see with the naked eye. It allows us to see many hidden truths clearly. Perhaps, what we lose is not what we really own, but is a gift from fate that we must eventually take back.
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