"Still?" was a little surprised, but then regained his composure, as if he had suddenly realized the deep meaning. "I see. The corners of his eyes were lowered and a gentle smile appeared. The air is filled with the moist scent of shea butter, the light and shadow are sloppy, and the dust is floating in the air.

Quartz clocks are turned to standstill, and I look around the walls with faded brogue wallpaper and an old-fashioned quartz clock lying blankly. For some reason, I always feel that this quartz clock is telling some kind of grievance and uneasiness, and the more it does not move, the stronger this feeling becomes for me. The slightly faded hour and minute hands stagger into a tiny, imperceptible arc. A circular pendulum hangs from the mottled copper line, as if it is wiggling faintly, and it seems to be resting peacefully.

Above the dial frame stands a cuckoo carved from mahogany. The carving method of this cuckoo is gorgeous and treacherous, and there is a sense of confusion between the public and the public. It was there watching us steadily, but I felt like it was at the point of transition between the two states, and it would fly away at any moment. And once it flies away, it will fly far away, unrestrained, free and uninhibited, and will never fall back into the purgatory of boredom.

"A clock is an embodiment of time, and if a clock is set to a standstill, time can take a break. O'Ao said proudly. After finishing speaking, it rubbed the coffee that had just reached the corner of its mouth with its paws, as if it wanted to keep itself clean and bright at all times.

That's what it thought, it's funny. Although the clock is only a clock itself and does not carry any meaning, human beings have given it a meaning, so it should be counted as this meaning. The world is full of everything, flowers bloom and fall, grass grows and warblers fly, and who knows exactly what it means? If changing an object can change the fragment of thought it is connected to, isn't it a kind of romance?

Schust still smiled beautifully. His laughter is always so healing.

Time passed imperceptibly, and in the blink of an eye, the blood-red remnant sun had already set, and the warm halo of light shattered and drifted away after meeting the transparent glass of the café, shining like stars. Looking through the window, the lake outside has turned a deep dark green, and the swans inside are still happy.

From day to night, there may always be a sad color, and there will be a tugging feeling somewhere in the heart. Although I don't really want to stay in the day, the night has its own splendor of the night, but the occurrence of change means that a state cannot last forever and forever, and there will be an end to it, especially for a finite creature like humans, all of which will burst the eternal bubble and remind people of the nature of pity.

"The night is coming. O'Ao jumped out of his chair, his tail rhythmically moving with his movements, reminding me of a sea of lavender flowers blown in the breeze. Ao picked up the magic top hat that had been placed on the table when he was drinking coffee, put it on his head securely, and propped his cane on the ground, saying, "Let's enjoy such a beautiful night." What should you do?"

Don't ask about the future, don't think about the past, there is wine in the present and drunk in the future, only the here and now really exists. Even if you feel guilty, even if you are kidnapped by morality, it is enough to crush the boring time into a sea of stars and light years, and splice it into fireworks that float like rainbow ice crystals.