Why Worry About Yourself

Another ten years have passed, and we have said goodbye to Changbai Mountain. Time has passed, things have changed, and the stars have moved. Time is like running water and fine sand sliding down the fingertips, seeping into the long past. The door that isolates Yin and Yang slowly opened, and strong light swept over the sky. When he saw an old friend, he did not raise his head, but squinted his eyes, looking at the slowly approaching shadow on the ground. The figure was still as tall and lonely as ever. His eyes were red unconsciously, and he didn't know where to start with thousands of words. The familiar and cold voice sounded again, recalling a period of past and grudges. "Long time no see." "Yeah, long time no see..."