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点击复制词曲：天逸
I tried to recount our story to myself
but the plot scrambled into chaos
the dialogues contradicted each other
and even the protagonist's face began to blur.
What matters is not the fading of memories
but their spontaneous distortion
beautifying arguments
demonizing sweetness
and blending everything into an indistinguishable narrative fog.
I became a book torn to pieces and
haphazardly glued back together
with scrambled page numbers
interwoven chapters
and even the author's name slowly dissolving.
The most terrifying thing is not forgetting
but memory gaining autonomous
consciousness and beginning to fabricate
what might have happened"that I never experienced
Our past has become a collective postmodern novel
with each"I"rebelling in different chapters.