Time flies by, and decades have passed in a blink of an eye. I have never looked back, but I always thought that time is long, and everything can be waited for. I am still young, and I can waste countless years. When we look back, we realize that the years have unknowingly left traces on us. Our parents’ temples are also covered with white hair. We can no longer cry unbridled. All the sadness and pain can only be endured silently alone.
You and I are all mortals. In this troubled world, we also have desires, desires, and unwillingness. The vows I made were still vaguely echoing in my ears. I thought I could be heard in the world and have the right to choose, to live my life in this world and embrace my own poetry and distance. But all these are just my initial fantasies. Over the years, I have stumbled and stumbled, and my countless longings and former ideals have all become a passing thing.
Everything will pass away, everything goes against your wishes, and you must eventually learn to accept it and let go slowly. I am unwilling to accept it, and my heart is full of sorrow and resentment, but what is the use of it? No matter whether I want it or not, time is always urging me to move forward. I am addicted to sadness and pain. Who cares, and what use does it have to me?
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