The development of things is out of control
Time passes year by year
I can't tell who I am more and more
I can't tell whether these are Harry's feelings,
Or my own?
Are these my friends?
Or Harry's?
Am I still me?
Maybe I am Harry
So who am I originally?
It seems like there is a distant past
But no matter how hard you try
But there is only a vague outline
who am i
Am I Harry?
If you forget your name, will you never be able to go back?
Go home.