Our lives are filled with endless forgetfulness. Perhaps that is a physiological reason that cannot be changed? However, more often than not, we are constantly burning those past memories for those empty futures in our fantasies - until the last spark disappears too. We are dull and unable to perceive how many precious truths have been recorded in those lost years... Loss... Depression... The years, like rusty sickles, harvest those days that drifted with the tide, and a kind of sadness flows in imperceptibly; yearning is barren along the body - I am looking for the moment when everything is revived with the blood - so please let me use the future to mourn those memories that have passed and cannot disappear.