The farthest place in my memory is the distance between my heart and my hometown. Sometimes, even if the heart is close, the body is thousands of miles away, out of reach and even looking from a distance seems so pale.
A place where even thoughts can be blocked, a place where thoughts become blurred. What blocks us is not the length of time, but the insurmountable space. If even time becomes powerless, what will I do?
What else to commemorate?
There is one word difference between a thousand years later and a thousand years ago.
The distance makes people sigh.
Temporary copywriting