Used to be a naive, I thought happiness increase as the time increase. Nevertheless the happiness vanished due to the vague prints, and the time just gone, mechanically. I stare at the now, blankly. I stare at the eve of my memory. I stare at the person who stood in the past, seeing the glim from every untouchable cranny. The cranny is called the future, which is full of bright and beam. And the person is me.
又加了一句。真不会翻译。