Memory

I thought the memory paper was yellowing, but I saw it was covered with pale rust; I thought the memory lasted forever, but unexpectedly it receded quickly like the tide; I thought the memory would turn over thousands of times and last forever, but I forgot that life is just a glimpse of beauty and half nothing. I saw the violent storm and snow roaring in, sweeping you over; I saw the thunder and earth fire coming down from the top, annihilating me. I spent my whole life building memories, and the building fell apart overnight. When the wrinkles in the mind gradually smooth out, a large part of the memory disappears, and when you open your eyes, you will never know the love of your life again. I have no escape, no place to go, no one to treat, no cure... Fortunately, I still remember it and fall asleep with the memory in my arms.