Phantom of the Killer

This melodious symphony ended, leaving only endless sadness. I stood on the hillside and looked into the distance. What I couldn't see in front of me was the endless wheat fields, and what I couldn't see behind was the blurry mountain forest. Can anyone tell me which side is true. When fallen leaves fall and are buried in the soil. Can anyone tell me if you still remember what the original leaves looked like. When time wears away memories, there are really very few things that can be recalled. Occasionally, I hold my head and cry. Occasionally I cry in my dreams. Who can tell me who is real inside and outside the dream? I have countless times recalling what I would be like if I could go back to a certain time period and what I would be able to change. I have wished countless times that I could live forever but could not find the meaning of eternal life. Countless times I have imagined how ridiculous it would be to recall the present in a certain time and space in the future. Everything today turns into a wisp of smoke tomorrow. If tomorrow doesn't care about today, why should it cherish it? The weather is getting cooler. Autumn is really coming, which means the evenings are gradually getting longer. As we drift apart. Forget it if you can. There is nothing wrong with forgetting. At least I won't be sad anymore or think about it anymore. The most painful thing is not being able to forget but having to deliberately forget. Quietly looking forward to the quiet end of this song