Own memory is a good thing, it is constantly updated and transmitted for a while, old memories are constantly being squeezed into forgotten corners, and fresh pictures are also constantly covering and crushing the video in my mind.
If I hadn't had the occasional sleep, I might have probably lost my mind. The lonely memories, the brilliant memories, the sad memories, the helpless memories are like the cycle of reincarnation that keeps turning back and forth. Memories are walking and stopping, and only occasionally time will think of you in your dreams. Look, do the memories in your memory appear to be getting weaker and more blurred! Where is my memory? Is my memory still safe in your memory? Can it still exist in a corner of your memory that has never been deleted or forgotten!
Please also like me, you forgive my selfishness. In my selfishness, I hope you can always remember me clearly and clearly, at least you can forget me after I forget you. The same is true for personal memories. I also hope to remember the you I love clearly. At least I will never be willing to think of you after you forget me. It seems that the memories that have appeared in my dreams have never appeared again. I don’t seem to know either. I don’t know if the deep secret in my heart is whether I hope I will forget it after dreaming or I hope I will always remember it? Every time I dream about it at midnight, I am always so awake, but when I wait for the next day, I don’t remember anything. I can only count the nights alone with my memories in my arms, and when I wake up, I will no longer be willing to fall asleep.
When you can't open your eyes in your sleep, it's dark. Your breathing is so close to me, it's even more effective than sanitary medicine . From spring to winter, I carefully watched the newly sprouted leaves from lush branches to withering and withering little by little, just like a bystander watching the memory slowly leave me like an assembly line. In the dream, you have never really come to me.
I want to string together all my thoughts and connect them into a winding line, hoping to be transmitted from my heart and in my sleep to your mind. I hope to hold on to this line in my dream. As long as you shake it slightly, I can instantly know the quiet things in your mind. After time, distance, day and night, as long as I can be in my dream.
Please let me think about it, let me think about it, I seem to have seen you somewhere, I seem to have seen you somewhere...My memories!
