I picked up the fragments of memory, but found that I could never be the same as before, and I couldn't help crying; I got closer to my dream step by step, even if it was broken into pieces, I would try my best to save it and exchange it with everything I had; the gray time and memory had long since fallen apart, don't be confused again, stare at the endless night ahead with your bright eyes; it's like dancing with a coffin on your back, walking with your soul; how can an ordinary person live with a ghost?