In a whole small universe. There was a little era.

The torrent of time has folded everyone’s life into a thin film.

Developed with tears, frozen with pain. The hurricanes of time have rolled up the yellow sand, burying memories into a silk road that can no longer be found

The continuous magnificent years have turned into a beautiful suite, exaggerating the tragic pain and sour joy.

But I know that in a life that looks exactly the same, some things can never go back

Time passes bit by bit, passing by, saying goodbye. We slowly say goodbye The earth is moving towards a fixed point marked by God.

Music flows through each of us, just like rain covering our years.

There is so much For a moment, I felt that our lives were like this, with only a pile of ashes and a few struggling fire points left.

Like a person tied to a time bomb, pretending not to hear the timer The same sound as the ticking countdown of the device. It's all escape.