I once had a dream that a group of people in protective suits hijacked an entire college campus, armed with a biochemical gun that resembled a water pistol, and wildly strafed the young students, and anyone who was hit would suddenly grow old within a few minutes.
The young me was among the students, and I also captured a bio-gun in the revolt and infiltrated behind the biochemicals to fight back, and the whole campus was finally liberated by the fierce counterattack of the students.
Unfortunately, all of the students had been poisoned and aged out by the end of the battle.
I also looked in the mirror looking at the gray hair of their own, this youth short let a person regret, line, and what can be done? In order to fight against not old but old, maybe this is life. I sighed and walked toward the school, in front of the school I saw a smile like a flower two girls chatting, walked close to the front I said to myself: I just entered the campus is not also so young? The girls looked at me with surprise and said, "You didn't go into the "time slowdown warehouse"? We all went there after the confrontation was over, so we didn't age! I was about to answer, but looked up and saw the same gray hair you ...... I left the girls surprised expression hobbling towards you, relative speechless, you slowly said: "time slowing down the warehouse" is that we were biochemicals sealed youth ah, there are ideals, wind, poetry and we had thought of The first thing that we want to do is to get to a faraway place, where we have endless years of youth.
The dream is awake, thankfully.
In the mirror I looked at my not-quite-aged face; hadn't my youth been sealed away in confrontation?
More than ten years ago, we just graduated from school, and then we were full of enthusiasm to fight against poverty, against life, against injustice, against all the less-than-ideal.
Confrontation against confrontation, we are so old, we forget the ideals, we forget the feeling of facing the wind, we forget the poems and faraway places.
Since then, I have not been me, at least not the same me.