The back view is always about time coming to an end in a hurry, and the story of Santa Claus scatters flowery fireworks of time and space at the end of time. They let those who choose the hourglass choose silence, and those who choose silence choose plainness. In the annual rings of time, I am always recalling the past. Others say that the final glory begins with dullness. In the brilliant blooming years, there are always people who are relieved in the dullness. But who becomes the colorful circle left behind after you pass away, and who comes as promised at the end of the hourglass of time when we meet. I am always looking back, looking back at the path I took when I was young. They are always asking where you are, and no one wants to ask you where you are going, because in reality we are all a group of relatively independent individuals. The hourglass is the carrier of time, looking for answers in the story of encounter, and choosing the beginning in the passage of time. If the hourglass had not run out, if time had never ended, how would your life have changed? What kind of running-in and excitement is there?
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