Waking up from dream
On a whim today, I went through a lot of previous posts - Mu Bar, it's been a long time since I last posted. It's been so long that I can't even remember which talking vest is mine even when I look through my previous posts. Time is really a very scary thing. When I think back to myself two or three years ago, I once vowed to stay here, but now, it is nothing more than that. I occasionally think about it, it is just diving. Although there are times when it bubbles up, I don't know where to start with more words. After all, we are no longer children; after all, we have long passed the age where we can fantasize and dream.
Reality is like a dusty mirror, and as time goes by, it becomes clearer and brighter, leaving us no room for fantasy.
Four or five years ago, we looked up to those who remained in the comics and affectionately called them "brothers." But now, when I look back, I have reached a similar age to them. Time flies by, not only her appearance has changed, but also her once innocent heart.
I would like to write this article to pay homage to the innocent dreams I once had, and to commemorate the souls who have moved towards reality step by step.
PS, happy birthday sir
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