The will on kill
Time flies without any noticing/Time is always slipping away at our fingertips, the speed of its passage is heartbreaking. However, time seems not to exist in its own memory, like a perfect image destined to fade from our memory like a ripple.
Getting older, you go to more and more places that you thought you could never reach. But when you are there, you always can’t help to look back at the incoming road. The more distant the scene, the more vivid the impression; the closer the memory, the vaguer you feel. The scene you expect after crossing half of the earth, is always the one once has deeply shocked you on the other side of the earth, especially after the sorrow and the happiness of its color faded, with only black and white, light and shadows being left.
I used to think, in this world, maybe not many people really expect so much about the destination, more of them simply want to be on the road…
《流逝之外》
时光总是在指尖不经意间滑落，它流逝的速度让人心碎，但是时光在它自己的记忆当中仿佛并不存在，就像太完美的影像在人的大脑里面很快就会消失，如同注定要消失的涟漪。
年岁渐长，也会去到越来越多原本以为到不了的地方。可明明身在此处，却总是忍不住回看来路。越是久远的景致，越是历历在目，越是切近的记忆，却越是陌生模糊。往往跨越了大半个地球所看见的，总是在地球另一端，曾为之深深震动过的景象，尤其当它褪去了生命的颜色和悲喜，只剩下黑与白，光与影。
我曾想，或许这世上，对终点真正抱有期待的人并不多，更多的人，只不过是单纯地想要上路罢了……