When your life becomes more and more unconscious, you will remember that there was such a scene in a particularly relaxed and jerky time. I have been staring at a back figure, and it is only this back figure that makes me want to escape when my life is empty. Your eyes focus on this back figure that is sometimes clear and sometimes fades away, gradually suffocating in that phantom-like vision, and you begin to wonder whether it ever existed, did it ever exist? If it exists, it's just like being permanently fixed in a space that you don't belong to. As you wait quietly for it, you begin to sob, and sour memories overflow your brain, hypnotizing you to hint that it will eventually become a thing of the past. It can be inhabited by countless dreams that can never be awakened again, or it can be another tender hand held in your hands that have been cold for a year. But in the end, they are no longer tender for you.
People can never betray time, right? Have you ever had such a time? Pulling away from time, I would rather it is myself who is about to disappear, but I should cherish everything in front of me. Although there is no end in sight, there will even be an end soon. . . . . .