One gray tomb, two places of sadness...
Does a light year count as far? But there is still light to reach; is seventy years of lovesickness short? But we can never meet again...
The golden pocket watch reflects the morning light seventy years later. I remember your era in my heart with all my heart.
I stretched out my hands and touched the slightly humid air at this moment.
OK, do you feel it?
This story is inspired by the American movie "Somewhere in Time" in the 1980s. It has the same name. The plot will inevitably be affected to some extent, but I will write about the "somewhere in time" in my heart, a piece of light sadness in the context of history...