Approach, separate, lose and then release, release and then lose. With that shot, life ended. It turned out that in the torrent of time, I forced myself to forget, but what was destined to be unforgettable was that person's difficult and quiet eyes. Such as tiny dust, short-lived light follows those who have passed away, forever lingering in the memories of the past.
Thank you Lorca, and thank you Dali, for making a certain passer-by many years later cry because of the complex and simple moving.
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