Time seems to have passed many years.
I have been going around and around for many years, stumbling and stumbling. When asked whether my life was good or bad, I could calmly say that it was good, not bad. After all these years, I am still a human being. Fortunately, I have not turned into a dog.
Many things in the past, without looking back and picking them up, have become covered with a layer of dust and turned into obsolete past events. The former self has changed again and again, and is no longer the same.
I saw someone answer the question "Do you still remember your ex?": He said it was like bumping into a telephone pole while walking. It hurt so much that he would walk around in the future. Maybe he wouldn't remember how painful it was for a long time. The telephone pole was still there, but it was just an inconspicuous telephone pole that did not arouse any interest.
I like this metaphor very much. It reminds me of the past when I could be neither sad nor happy. Who would burst into tears and burst into tears thinking about the telephone poles they bumped into in those years?
Those past shallow loves and deep attachments are all in the dust.
Although you are so unforgettable.