There Is a Time in the Future, Stay Safe

I am used to being an outlier among my peers, and I am willing to let my works jump out of the conventional ranks. I am not used to the pace of convergence, and I have no intention of joining the noisy consensus. I look forward to your rebuttal. The yellowing branches and leaves scattered by the wind in autumn, and the faint light of the setting sun spreading across the sky at dusk are all hidden romantic feelings silently confiding to the old things, and they are the surge of aesthetic inspiration in a moment. But being carried forward by the fast-paced era, this rare touch eventually slowly turned into the most ordinary and unchanging tone in the life that goes back and forth day and night...