I close my eyes in the silent night, bright, dark or not, there are always intermittent and clear pictures flashing by. Joy, pain, contradiction, choice, struggle, greed, indifference, right and wrong, all tastes are still fresh. Like an exquisite old diorama, it still turns peacefully in the hands of a well-intentioned craftsman.
I just don't know if gears can keep up with the pace of time.
The past lingers in my mind, circling like a white bird, as if it only happened last night. Unfortunately, the past is the past. What about the past year, what about last night, what about the last moment? Time flies by, and everything becomes illusive in the blink of an eye.
Disillusioned? It is true that everything last night seemed like death last night, but at this moment, I am still alive and sound.
Time flies. Time flies.