A chance,
I went back to the not-too-distant past.
In the dilapidated basement,
There is a dusty diary.
Five ancestors are recorded on it,
The experience of traveling through time and space.
At that time, they
As young as I am now.
They come from different backgrounds,
Each has amazing stunts.
Meet unknown creatures,
Traveled through unfamiliar galaxies.
The time and space tunnel that leads them back,
They set it up themselves.
Reading their travel diaries,
I just find it ridiculous.
Give it to a friend,
Asked him to go back to the past,
With this incredible legend,
Put it back in that dilapidated basement.
But dear friends,
Who can tell me:
If I found this diary,
It was this friend of mine who arranged it,
So these black and white words,
Where did it come from?