Limited to 500 words. I took out the treasured Tropic of Cancer and threw it on the ground. Looking at you with lonely eyes across from me, I suddenly felt a little distressed. Yes, maybe I finally understand the true meaning of regression. This is how life is, living in the past forever. That is just my wishful thinking. This is simply impossible. From the day we met on the boat, from the day I fell in love with you, a prince, maybe I should have thought that there is a God, even if I don't want to, I still have to enter such a palace as deep as the sea, accept the constraints that are not mine in the first place, accept everything that should not be borne by me in the first place, and accept the violent storms that one day we will bring due to our differences in values. Who should I blame for my life like this? This may have been the price of our sincerity to each other. It's also everything we have to face. Watching you grieve for me, listening to the lonely rain of flowers you blow down for me, I know that in fact, your love for me has not diminished at all because of time.
The moment I stepped forward with a smile and stretched out my hand, I saw the unstoppable smile between your eyebrows and eyes. Perhaps, I shouldn't linger in the past. Those past that have disappeared, and cherish the people in front of me, maybe that's what I should do.
The strands of regression were pulled off by me again, but this time it was not despair, but cherishment.
Conception: