Everyone today has a trace of the past.
You have come from time, and the moonlight of the old days is dotted with your raised hem. The wind blows and falls, splashing blush on your face. I narrowed my eyebrows and tears just fell down.
You are both today and yesterday.
Or you are neither today nor yesterday.
All things are endless, and time is changing every moment.
When I finally knew that you had grown up in time, I suddenly understood your mottled thoughts when you bowed your head and sang "Some waiting can't be too long."
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Write a period of time and read a period of past events.
You and I may have a past that we cannot forget. It shines in the past, and it accompanies our memories today. It warmed you, and it almost destroyed you.
But dear girl, look, the breeze is still gentle outside and the sun is always bright.
It's about pain