Someone told Lu Yang that the great ship was called the Ferry of Fate. At last, he understood the true meaning of his journey through time and space. Lu Yang gazed through the train window at the distant sky and saw several time airships slowly approaching.
“What exactly do you do?” The man calmly took out his badge. It read “Time-Space Psychology Clinic.” Meanwhile, his wife shouted from the side, “Lu Yang, I’m telling you, that’s just how society is.”
If time could flow backward, perhaps we would make a complete mess of the past. By now, we can no longer see ourselves clearly. We are still the same failures.
If time could flow backward, he would rather become one half of a paired Pisces jade pendant with her: either never part, or shatter together.
If time could flow backward, he would rather have listened to her. Perhaps it would have been better to just be friends!
The south wind intoxicates the willows along the riverbank, their branches weeping with heartfelt longing. It is impossible to tell whether it is real or an illusion. Only the morning dew guards that one happiness, slipping from the tips of the leaves, drop by drop. Who can tell me, if time could flow backward, would it be reality or an empty dream?
If time could flow backward, I don’t know if I have ever “gone back.” Perhaps you’re the same. Perhaps we’ve all stood perfectly still, right where we are. Perhaps our souls, our hearts, have “gone back”?
