An Hour Ago, Time Lingered Here

Ding dong, ding dong, the clock is turning and our memory is fading. There are too many stories and useful knowledge accumulated in the waxy yellow pages, which can be copied casually. It told me that I was at the wrong time, and it reminded me that time is changing quietly. An hour has passed, but I clearly remember that time was lingering here an hour ago. Remember, during this unique time, there is something undercurrent. Okay, where is the next time? With doubts, I stepped across that intersection.