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If I could turn back time, maybe I could remember a lot; but time will not turn back, it will only move forward. I don't know whether to be happy or sad, and I don't know who I am, where I come from, or why I'm here. Confusion still surrounds me. I don't understand the world, I don't understand you, and I don't know anything about the future. If I forget, will I still remember it, or will I forget it forever. Are you afraid of forgetting? I am. I am afraid of forgetting everything about me. Even if it is not the most beautiful, it is the most unforgettable. I'm afraid of forgetting. After forgetting, maybe I won't think of it again, so this essay should be about everything I don't want to forget. Because I know who you are and what you mean to me.

The sky is the lid of the coffin, and the earth is the board of the coffin. Joy, anger, sorrow, and joy are all contained in the coffin. But I am not willing to be an ordinary person.