[Past, present, and future, I will never let go of any of them]
[Are you divination? It's not until the end of these three cards that you realize that you can't change any of them]
[You keep walking the same path you have been on until you can let go of these things. Wen Ming]
[The past changes the present, and the present determines the future. It's so easy to throw away everything I want to have. ]
[Bai Ye, Bai Nue. My only achievement is that I haven't been eaten yet. ]
…
[I just want you to keep going. ]
[Can we sublimate our relationship? Mr. Colleague. ]
[I would like to be your guide, 24 hours a day. ]
[It exists only to end. ]
…
When Wen Ming reached the end of this game, he realized that this game was him teaching him how to lose the past.
He writes the final chapter for his past, who writes the picture for his future? Someone told him the answer.
Literary Edition
The pope counted the shadows of the wailing bells on the wall,
May the ferocious day fall into the eternal night,
The painter stared at the violets and lost hope,
The foam of sweet dreams is sprinkled with white snow;
The knight saw the towering branches stripped of their leaves,
It soon gasped for the remaining ray of light;
Angels bind life in bunches,
Carrying the absurd tomorrow to the death bed;
So I couldn't help but think about the shadow of time:
One day you will join the waste heap of time,
Since both Mei and Fangfei have abandoned us,
Watching others grow while you wither;
Nothing can withstand the vicious hand of time,
No one can take you away except forgetting
(Adapted from a Shakespeare sonnet)
Simple and crude version
Crazy batch X Crazy batch Qiangqiang.
Intention: The author cooks his own meal lightly.