A life with nowhere to escape, time without pursuit,
In the most helpless days, I still have to stand up and move forward, even if my mind is already confused.
A life with no end in sight is as hateful as a walking zombie.
But it is such a feeling of resentment that constantly supports people to continue to move forward regardless of their own safety.
Of course, moving forward may not be a way to live, but it is indeed the best way for me to find answers.
I know, I'm thinking too,
No matter which car you take, the scenery goes backwards and the people go forward.
But I still feel sad and heartbroken from time to time, because of a familiar but unfamiliar scenery, because of a close but alienated person, and because of myself who can never face myself in the mirror.
Just like this, endless fear and hesitation.
I thought about how I once had no power to restrain a chicken, but now I have become a copper and iron wall, invulnerable to all poisons.
But time makes people grow old, but when I understand the world and life, I find that the annual rings have already engraved imprints on my body. It turns out that the sunrise and sunset are always elusive to me. I sigh, sighing that I have not gone far, but I am getting older.
But people will grow old, but only love will never end.