Black and white. Rich and colorful. Spin. Existing. What is the origin of this? Please, 3Q.

Silence is eternal, heaven and earth are eternal, and you are eternal. In the long evolution and short life, the glimpse you once left is solidified in a huge hourglass. I know it will disappear eventually, so I will strangle my red eyes and light blue heart. You are the person I have ever met. The most brilliant glory of my life. It's worth dying. If the day of disgust comes. You're pursuing again. We scattered the memories of escape. Floating in the vast space like dust. Sigh. The sound of fallen leaves. Rotting sound. Wrapped in a flocculent way. I've never felt lonely before. I never felt safe before. After being far away from the crowd and the familiar world, it is strongly engraved in my heart. If you recall the past now-he fell asleep at his desk in the afternoon physics class. Those girls who hurried over the puddle to go to class, those boys who still practiced shooting silently in the heavy rain, were gently caught by the big hand of time and placed on the glass slide, solidified into immortal specimens. Instantly absorbs water and expands. There are more clips, playing one by one outside the window. It's just that none of this has anything to do with us. These are the past we abandoned. But why, when staring and reviewing, still can't restrain the more and more intense grief in my chest? It's like saying goodbye to some mysterious instinct, like saying goodbye to the whole world. This is us. Black and white. Rich and colorful. Spin. Existence. This is our existence. You have finally grown into a boy like the rising sun. Warm and strong, slowly stirring into your soul with time. One black-and-white world after another, like flowers. You still haven't forgotten the rabbit in the fairy tale It landed gently on your knee. It finally finished the short story and stopped talking for a long time. I lost you forever. It's like walking into a deep corridor. Can't see the light. I can't hear anything. Go deep inside. Full of absurd beliefs. Lost you forever. Not just me, but the whole world. We kill the world in our hearts, change lives, erase memories, copy programs, and blur the face of heaven and earth. Time twisted into a bright hairtail in the deep sea, long and narrow, soft, shuttling through the wilderness of life. How many years and how many lonely winter days will it take to meet another true self? White light brushed the blue sky overhead. Finally, everything disappeared. This world. It's actually a false fable. From now on, you can stop trusting me. Everything went back to the past. It is another sunny day. I turned around and saw the surging clouds outside the window, and there was a beautiful world in my heart. Lost you forever, really. The beginning of chaotic memory is scattered in the original mottled green, and the cloud overhead is a heavy sigh. Do you hear the dull vibration and suffocation in your chest? For a long time in my life, the lyricism and reminiscence, a little bit, a little bit, a little bit … disappeared. I still wash my hair every night, still in walking to school, still reluctant to leave me every summer, still riding a bumpy beast in my dream, heading for the unknown white world where you are, and still being called up by the teacher to read an ancient poem in the sleepy Chinese class in the afternoon. I fell asleep again in the ancient Chinese class yesterday afternoon. I looked down from the sky, just like an out-of-body experience, looking at the little self lying in the chair. A girl in the front row hid under the drawer and took out her mobile phone to send a message to her boyfriend. I leaned my head forward slightly and saw the first sentence: "Where are you? I miss you very much ... "So my heart suddenly tightened in an instant. The grasshopper looked at me quietly on the windowsill. He must be thinking about what he is going to do. I looked at that grasshopper, and I even wondered if it would be a monster you turned into, or if I kissed it and turned into your beautiful face. But I stared at it. I dare not kiss it, because it is terrible. I'm afraid it will really become you after kissing ... The grasshopper looked at me quietly. So the skylight outside the window dimmed for a second. Until I couldn't see its face clearly. A city like a Rubik's cube. Twist. Different aspects. The road passes through the clouds in the sky. The skyscraper extends straight into the canyon. Distorted expression of spatiotemporal disorder. Zebras migrate in groups and stop after crossing the zebra crossing. They looked at the zebra crossing on the ground and were a little confused for an instant. I think it's like a cold joke that makes people red-eyed. Because like them, I almost mistook everything for you … I saw my hair as black as night in the novel, and I also thought of you; I hear the soft wind, and I think of you; I even saw ladybugs flying over the golden wheat fields. I almost thought it was you … I met a giraffe who could cross the road, but I didn't meet you; I met a talking swan, but I didn't meet you, so when I met you, it became a miraculous probability … is it zero zero zero zero zero zero zero zero one? This is a new beginning.

Please accept it, thank you!