Will the world in memory still appear? The puzzle that has lost its answer.
All that is left is the old notes floating and drifting away in the hollow air.
In the twilight light, all the truth will be buried in the darkness, never to turn over.
Blurred chalk characters, rustling cicadas, familiar fluorescent lamps, and faint shadows. Those clear pictures are eventually diluted by time until they disappear, gently knocking on the door of your heart at an inadvertent moment.
Maybe the seemingly beautiful situation will always be so short-lived, and the fetters will always appear inappropriately, shattering everyone's dreams. It comes unexpectedly, taking us completely off the trajectory of the story and moving in the opposite direction.
Wandering can never find its direction, and can only stand where it is and enjoy the only starlight. I still remember who is lying on the grass, I still remember who is wandering, and the swing that cannot stop tells whose sadness. When you look up at the bright sunshine, there are only floating clouds moving silently.
The sea is calm and peaceful, but no one knows that there is a huge dark tide rolling underneath.
If there were ever such a blooming time, we would like to believe it.
If the time that has been forgotten can still be replaced.
If so many memories have not left my dreamland.
Well, I wouldn't believe it.