I have always been unwilling to let go of the past, as if I was still stuck in that time; I kept writing down that time, just to remind myself not to forget; but maybe I should have let go long ago, because after all, I am the only one who is still struggling with those times, those young and ignorant times.
If I still remember the sky at that time, it should be so clear that I couldn't shake a grain of dust. Even if the clear water flows through, I can't see such a clear and translucent sky; white clouds drift across the sky leisurely, and our time is also drifting without a trace.
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