Time is like a song.
Who said this.
Those days floating on the fingertips are tossed and turned again and again.
Over the lonely night sky, over the fresh air, over the wandering clouds.
Overwhelming the fleeting scenery, the enchanting roses, and the geckos climbing the wall.
Overwhelming the thin youth, overpowering the low whisper, overpowering the warmth of the embrace.
It overwhelms the unconcealable growth, the beautiful bones, and the delicate skin.
At that time, I, an ignorant young man, just remembered that in the thin gaps of life, there was such a sad song. In the youthful years, it was hidden in the deep corners and ground carefully until it was as dense as running water and moistened into every cell.
Now, the past years have passed, but I am being teased by a guy called "destiny", and I encounter those beauties again. What a joyful thing to miss. However, when I have a little leisure time, my thoughts are still passing by sadness again and again. In my current life, my smile is far greater than my sadness, and I unconsciously darken my eyes and purse my lips.