People often say that the past is like smoke. I often sigh, time flies by, things change and people change. The past is like a dream. In my dream, I saw you, with your white clothes stained with blood and your eyes filled with tears. After waking up from the dream, your lazy and casual smile is like the clear sky, and you have never betrayed your past vows while holding the knife. The past is just a dream. Time Gives You Infinite Glory Time Gives Me No Return Time is probably a YY work with a lot of imagination↖(▔▽▔)↗