There are reversible and irreversible things in the world, and the passage of time is an irreversible thing.
—"South of the Border and West of the Sun" Haruki Murakami
Times have changed, and when I look back, every vow on the Qiantang River is just like a cloud of smoke.
And what about heartache.
Remember, forget, and recall.
The willows are still there, their leaves are lush and green, but the floating clouds cover the sun, never clinging to it.
And the seventh young lady of the Mu family has been struggling under the leaf-tipped willows for the rest of her life, with no place to belong and no idea where to go.
Love is not complicated. It only takes three words to come and go. It's either I love you or I hate you. It's just forget it. How are you? I'm sorry. ——Zhang Ailing
This article is in the language of the Republic of China. Based on a famous lady from old Shanghai. As for who it is specifically, it won't be too late to tell everyone when it's finished. Laugh. The inspiration comes and goes suddenly, so I wrote this article in a hurry, hoping to record some of my inner thoughts and share them with you.
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