The universe finally became like this.
The warp and weft are distinct and interlaced.
You are asleep in the fixed rhythm of the pendulum.
You are dragged violently into death by the hypnotist.
Schools of fish and dappled dreams.
They shuttle back and forth in dreams and weave these past years.
I can no longer recall those days when I went shopping hand in hand with you. After a long period of consumption and soaking, they turned into scraps of paper.
I would love to remember you.
I would love to remember you forever.
Behind the infinite time, I will remember you almost forever.
But there is much in the past that cannot be rewritten. Just like the shadows we copy on drawing paper. After repeated wiping with the rubber floor, in the end it was just a dirty silvery gray.