I dreamed of the person from the past

We didn't see each other again after many years

All my memories of her seem to be stuck in the past

I also knew that it wasn't the real her

Just bits and pieces of memories in my imagination

It's like trying to pull the string of a kite

But maybe it's just pieces of a kite wrapped around it

A real kite has long since flown to distant places

We met at the intersection

We all seem to have youthful looks

Squandering the years

A lot of things were said

I want to change the world

We want the world to hear us

We were like friends from the past

Walked through many, many long alleys together

Remembering the song I sang to her

It turned out to be sung to myself

Long time no see

Are you doing well?

Light the lights of memories

It's also a bait in a vain attempt to get back to that day

But none of us can go back

That's when I burst into tears

Then I saw those former friends

I saw the Jialing River

Think about your own ridiculousness

I also understood my own recklessness and ignorance

Maybe so many wrong things have been done

Nothing more than that

Vainly trying to catch the thread with those people

But now I know I can't catch it

Everybody is moving forward

I can't influence how anyone else connects with me

It was just a bait that fate had cast on me

And when I took the bait, I fell and broke my blood

I also understood a truth

Bait can't make life better

Growing up is inherently painful

I began to stop fulfilling the goals of my youth

It's like a war against me

There's no way I'm going to win

I didn't say anything more to them

I want to be that Tower of Babel myself

It doesn't matter what others think

The tower still stands there

She and I kept moving forward

The people around me hugged me and expressed their condolences

But I don't seem to need that comfort

for that tower has been erected in My Promised Land

We ended up under the tower

I find that the people I love and those who love me are waiting for me

That moment

I said goodbye to her

Turn and leave

There are no superfluous words

I don't think I'm going to eat those baits anymore

Because those baits taste delicious

But.

It hurts

PS Postscript: Maybe the original intention of my story is that I have completed the reconciliation of myself, and the opinion of others is no longer important, the important thing is to grow, and people who can face the past calmly and do not look back are happy.