There is no need to deliberately remember those painful things, because you will find that you can't forget them even if you want to. Forgetting itself is an impossible thing. What time can dilute is not true pain, and what can be forgotten with great effort is not truly unforgettable.
Late at night, Li Qing walked through thousands of mountains and rivers, his clothes were in tatters and he looked tired. He spent the night at the foot of the mountain, which was quiet and uninhabited and overgrown with weeds. The night wind blew wildly and ghosts cried and wolves howled. In a world where he couldn't find his sweetheart, floods were everywhere. He thought desperately, he thought foolishly, he thought angrily and painfully, if he couldn't find it, he kept looking, and kept looking...
Late at night, Ruiwen looked at the broken sword in her hand, and the past events kept her entangled and unable to fall asleep. I tried my best and endured all the hardships, but what I got in exchange was not the ambition I had promised, but a body full of sins. When you are stubborn and stubborn, you are covered with bruises. When you suddenly regret it, is it still too late?
Late at night, Yi listened to the Sanskrit sounds in his chanting and knocked over the incense burner in front of his desk. What made him despair was not the passage of time and the fact that he was covered with wind and frost in a blink of an eye, but the birds that took away his bones and his soul. He couldn't repay the light and the love of his home, he couldn't repay it.
Late at night, Yasuo looked out the window. The begonia flowers in the courtyard had already faded. After wandering for so many years, there must be something worthwhile. The original intention is unforgettable, the glory is unforgettable, and will never be forgotten. But wandering is still wandering, and the end of the distance is an even farther distance...