The swaying subway, the fast and surging crowd.
In those passing and staying, try to grasp something.
Or, trying to touch something is in vain.
Those ethereal shadows are very void and powerless.
Just like the scar in the memory, time that cannot be grasped by clenched hands whizzes by in the gap.
That kind of injury is too painful and too permanent. Cannot be eliminated.
Since childhood, I have had a name in my heart.
Even if the sea dries up and the rocks rot, we will never change until death.
It turns out that many years have passed, and there has been a reincarnation. An origin.
They have all passed the best years of their lives.
The hands of those years carved something, but it seems that nothing has been left behind.
We love some people, marry and have children with others.
Is this really the case? Or, there is another ending.
Does one have a stable place?
When you are young, you may be able to let it go, pamper yourself, and occasionally even walk away.
Because no matter how good and obedient you are, people will still grow old.
I have been willful, at least I can leave a memory and smile slightly.
Didn't miss the grand occasion. Life is very short.
After death, the silence is very long and the memories are very long.
Is there really anything in this world that can last forever?