What a plain tone of voice you need to use to express your quiet heart, and how your expectations and longings for the future gradually lose interest as you grow up. The books I have read, the people I have walked, and the people I have loved are all in the past. Is time really an antidote, or is it a poison that you drink slowly? I want to start a novel, but I don't have much literary talent. I can't even think of 200 words for this copy, haha, it's exactly 121 words.