What is eternity?
Is it the comfort of cherishing what you have, or the disappearance of the hopes you chase?
Or is it like them, among millions of people, over millions of years, we have met, cried, laughed, loved and hated?
So, what exactly does it mean to be remembered forever?
Should I write his name in the palm of my hand and stick it to my chest, or should I let myself recall the past over and over again?
Memory is like a grain of sand in the palm of your hand, scratching the wound deeply and shallowly. I kept telling myself that I don't want to forget. But so what? Why didn't she tell him loudly and bravely when he was around? But he could only hide it carefully to the side and try his best to look happy and joyful. When I was alone, I only dared to clench my teeth and sob until I couldn't breathe smoothly.
You are scared, but does he know?
He didn't understand that because you were too cowardly, you took too long a detour and you couldn't get back to the starting point. When Cinderella's midnight arrives, you seem to be dragged into the abyss of darkness, your body is tied up, and you are thrown into the lake of fire.
The past is a huge nightmare. You wake up in it, only to find that it is a dream that cannot be looked back on.
[An old article written in 2008 has been deleted and edited many times. Because the protagonist's character is too similar to his own dark side, the written content is artificial and different. However, after thinking about it for almost ten years, I still don't know how it should be, so I plan to publish it]
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