How far is forever? How far is forever?

In such a dark night, I looked at the past page by page, until my fingers were stiff, only to find that love was just a circle drawn bit by bit, and the starting point was connected with the end point. True feelings are wrapped in the core point, and people often forget its existence. If time forgets to splash, promises forget to honor, and the skirt of the clock flies away, who can tell me: how far is it forever? How far is forever?

I saw the fragments left by the fence in yesterday's story in mottled lines. When I sorted them out one by one, I found that the story was bleak not because of time and fleeting time, but because of the bleak memory. The words we once said are finally like the withered red maple in this season, and there is a burning pain in our eyes. It's not an emotional impulse, but a meaningful desire to say goodbye. Only occasionally, I still think of your tenderness. However, sometimes, when you turn around and look back, everything is doomed to look back.

Slightly tired eyebrows, light smoke, lonely fleeting time, who has counted the green water and Shan Lan with me, the yellowed old photos have opened the starting point of memories, a cup of tea time, the dense temperature rises with moist tears, who has opened the door of the previous life, and who am I waiting for? Whose infatuation confuses the rhyme of the pipa? Are the frosty tears in my eyes your last tenderness or my absolute infatuation?

Unclear clues distract all attention, just like misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, which comes with smoke and kisses the blood of the sunset. I remembered my desperate persistence again. It seems that you have great potential magic when you hook your fingers, which makes me go my own way without hesitation. However, everything is still like smoke. Just like you said, nothing can go back. Only occasionally, I will still be fascinated by the scenery along the way, which has nothing to do with love, but an experience.

I have accused myself countless times in my mind. This kind of neurotic sadness that still hides half of her face from us behind her guitar temperament is always inexplicable. It seems that those sorrows are like a never-ending river, touching my endless pain. If everything can be forgotten outside time, there is no need to experience emotional escape and exile in life.

One night a few years later,

You hide your face and cry,

The light of youth is inseparable,

Who made you wonder all your life,

Standing in the same place as the original oath,

Who is in heaven and who is in hell?

Who is in a young dream,

Been looking for you.

Those sour feelings have lost their original vitality in the years, just like those vigorous feelings, they will one day be put aside like dirty rags. After all, the sweet words we have been in close contact with are just a regret written in the story. Everything is changing. Time is the only constant. No matter what we have experienced, its skirt is always beautiful and glamorous, and we are like a group of beggars, afraid that time will pass so fast that we lose the motto of love and the amazing moment when we meet, just like a peach blossom from a previous life.

If the torrent of time sweeps everything away, if one day I stand behind the strong wind and forget the time, please don't ask me how far it is forever. Because I have forgotten the time and the glorious and flashy past.