Countless past experiences tell us that God is obviously bored and likes to fiddle with the chessboard in front of Him. Then, as his pawns, we entertained him as expected.
The light and shadow of the whole world disappeared, and the memories were torn apart. They drifted weightlessly to both ends of the void. The voice calling you could not reach the other side of my thoughts. I stretched out my hand to hold only the cold air. Even though this world is as cold and dark as the bottom of the sea, I am still standing here. Tell yourself. You never left.
Memories, I put them where no one can touch them. Just like that tuneless melody you once hummed, no one cared enough to remember it, and it was lost in the wind in the blink of an eye. Until I travel to the depths of time and the castle of memory melts into ruins, then maybe I will smile and mention to others, so-and-so, I seem to have loved you. Maybe, once. Will there really be such a day? Is there really a future where I can never remember you again?
All the prosperity has come to an end, and all the music has turned into mourning. And I give everything I have, not to ask that spring will never go away, or that summer will not grow old, but that the years can be rewinded, the years will shine back, and I can see you smiling quietly by the patio again, this life is enough.
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