Time, time, it has nothing to do with me.
In the blink of an eye, many years have passed and I am still me.
In the vast history, I can't do anything. I watch the joys and sorrows happening one after another, but I can't change anything. I am just a bystander. Time has never left any trace on me, nor has it given me any special meaning. It's hard to tell what I'm looking forward to, what I'm longing for, the days just pass by tossing and turning. Time is like sand between your fingers, you can't keep it, just sigh and let it disappear with the wind.
The prosperity at that time disappeared in the blink of an eye, and I only had time to jot down a quick note. The tall buildings collapsed suddenly, but the laughter under the ruins still continued?
The setting sun stains blood.