Time is like water, always speechless
Get stuck in a book of light and shadow, looking through those vague old dreams.
Time is like a glass of still water, still deep and still able to flow deeply,
But a mood has nothing to do with the wind and the moon, and it will disappear as soon as the water passes.
Standing at the intersection of time, looking back at the beauty and tenderness that we have walked through.
Many people, many things, many longings and longings that were once flourishing,
Still flowing slowly in the long river of time, and looking back silently.
Things in the world are complicated, and time is ultimately speechless. The so-called obsession may be just illusion, and the so-called arrival is just the end.
Pushing open a door called time, many years were finally gradually stranded.
And you are always the light and shadow in the diagonal grid, walking on the edge of dreams and reality.