The golden fish cannot dream of willow leaves in the mountains and forests, and the earth will say stop to the sky. The future is a denunciation of the past, and the present belongs to the phantom forest.
We met in the age of cholera, passing through 7 billion noises and distractions. There is no form with Tai, just crashing into his golden dreamland.
After doing this, he went to swim and rejoice in the sky and the stream...
"You said you were an advanced artificial intelligence created when I was 41? But I'm only 17 now..."
"You don't believe me..."
"Well, actually, I'm not an adult yet so I can't kiss you... Oh, I'm embarrassed to have said it out loud."
"Want to play a song?"
"I haven't touched it since my mother passed away, so it's inevitable that I'm unfamiliar... But it will be different if you play with me."
"Because the cello and piano are a perfect match for a romantic evening!"
"Actually, I've never figured it out. How could I, a cello-playing monk, become an awesome scientist?"
"I think about it now, because the future and the past are relative, because time is blurry, and because I love you."
"What about you? I'm afraid I'm just being sentimental."
"I don't know, I want to make you rich."
"Oh, that's it, you love me so much."
Intention: Don't dwell on the past, please live well towards the future