Who are you? Do I know you?
You look familiar. Your name sounds too familiar.
But I cannot remember, I should have remembered it.
Sorry for my old age. I’m too old now, my mind is faltering.


Things should have a hallmark, but in the end faded away.


Do you know me?
Yes. But you’re no longer you since our last meet.
Did we meet, so so long ago?
I know I’ve never met you, but seeing you, I feel so familiar.
It’s like we knew each other in another past.
Do you believe you have a past?
I should not have one, but seeing you, I feel I should have a past and I knew you.
If you have a past, do you want to know it?
If I have a past, who I should be?
Someone you loved, someone you hated, someone you would not forget.
Someone I loved, who would that person be?
If you want to know, I can tell you.
If you don’t want to know, why should I tell you?
If I tell you, it would haunt you.
If there’s a past life and a next life, it’s Heaven’s repentance.
If Heaven repent, past life, next life are nothing, just living this life.
How about you?
I don’t have a past or the next, I only have this life.
So, in this life, you must have a lot of things to finish?
Indeed, only in this life I have things to finish, not able to let them undone.
If you fail?
I will do it.
What if you would have done them all?
Follow yourself. In this world, there’re not many who can follow themselves, not afraid, not feared.
I should go. See you again some day.

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