文/天狼星
新专的一段小引。
I don’t even know what happened before.
Since the beginning of my memories, a few fragments take parts of my “past”, they bloom, and they fade away.
The future, is just a string of monotonous sequences, an anti-memorize; maybe what we’re searching for the whole life, is just a twinkle on the other side of the destiny.
“I don’t ever imagine the past, I just wanna back to the future.”if the past is too far behind, why can’t we touch the flingering wings of the future?
Take a deep breath. Write a letter to myself, and let the paper voyages through the unlimited unknown.
我不知道过去是什么样的。
打自我记事起，一些稀疏的碎片拼凑起我对“过去”的回忆。它们如指间翩舞的蝴蝶，刹那便散尽无归。
未来，不过只是具有单调性的序列，一次逆向的回忆；也许倾尽一生追求的，只是命运异端一瞬的辉光。
“我不曾想象过去，我只想回到回来。”既然过去如此缥缈，通往未来或许触手可及。
深呼吸。写一封信给自己吧，向着那无限的未知引航。
后记
是新的专辑的前传。因为简书限流快把我限成实了所以发在这想必一定不会被发现吧哈哈
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