Alpha's Untitled

Sir, Madam, Or, friends, Hello. I am Alpha, As you can see, This is a [record], Nothing to do with logic, It has nothing to do with the characters, It's not even about the [record] itself, Obviously, It won't be a popular story; possible, Its recorder, I - Alpha, In the long years to come, Reading it again, I still can't understand the emotion in that paragraph. Facing the past, Childish or pretending to be profound words, That strange me, Feeling helpless, sneering, shameless, ashamed or proud... Everything is possible. I don't like to talk too hard, I firmly believe that anything is possible. I deeply think this statement is excellent, What you think, what you wish, The people you want to see, the things you want to do, It's all possible, Isn't this wonderful? Life is long, and a period of time is not enough to measure it. Life is short, like a dream, The illusion of the night makes the morning sunlight blurry, False or true, No way of knowing. Just, When you reach the end of your life, I wonder if I still have the courage to pick up the tiny things scattered in my memory. With this, record, A thought.