It means: the past is the past and can only be used for memory. I can't go back, I can only rely on memories to prove that I once existed.
Looking back, it is the years that freeze the moment into eternity; It is time to turn the present into the past; It's a nostalgia for the past, a nostalgia for the past. All the moments, all the eternity, all the nostalgia, all the missing, are the reasons that warm us, and all the memories that we can't give up. Who can tell the difference between the present and the past, whether the prophet or the ordinary Lebanese? Who can tell the distance between the present and the past?
Today was inadvertently wasted into yesterday, and now it is suddenly outdated and has become the past. Listen carefully, who is singing that ancient ballad in the gorgeous sunset, and who is getting old in the afterglow of the sunset? The past is something we deliberately want to forget, but it is unforgettable. Some memories, which we don't want to review, are always in our hearts.
The past, like smoke, suddenly drifted away in the dust of the years without a trace. The past is foggy and hazy, seemingly close at hand, but out of reach. The past, like the wind, swept over the lake and wrinkled a pool of spring water. The past is like rain, dripping wet and warm. The past is like wine, spicy and mellow. One sip will make you intoxicated and you don't know the way back. The past is like tea, fragrant and lingering, and the fine products have penetrated into the heart and spleen. There are some past events, which are rock solid. Whenever the tide of missing strikes, the waves splash, arousing how much bitterness, how much pain, how much sadness and how much melancholy.
Some past events are suitable for whispering slowly in a warm afternoon with a cup of tea and a rocking chair. Some past events are suitable for leisurely memories in the beautiful dusk, with a few flowing clouds and a few willow flutes. Some past events are suitable for leisurely rainy days, listening to the wind and watching the rain, drinking tea and deeply recalling them. Some past events are suitable for gazing at the starry sky and enjoying the moon in the silent night, wandering under the moon and remembering silently. Some past events are suitable to be buried in the depths of memory and never opened ...?
However, who can really forget and remember that unforgettable past? If so, I just don't know how much pain and sadness will be deleted from my life. If memories filter out sadness and melancholy, leaving only sweetness and warmth, then is memories still worth our love and obsession? Perhaps, the so-called forgetting is just a long hangover; Perhaps, the so-called memories are just revisiting old dreams when I wake up; Perhaps, the so-called old dust is just a dust that we shake off; Perhaps, the so-called past is just a complex, a heart that we can't give up. In fact, memory is more like a maple tree growing in the depths of life. Acacia season, like a piece of red leaves swaying in the wind, is in full swing, but in the end, life will grow old and branches will wither. Therefore, people who have the heart will pick some of the reddest and brightest red leaves and put them in the years for later reading and remembering!
Because things have passed with time, people have changed with time, and they are no longer the same people and things.
Don't you think this sentence has more than one meaning?
Fix the past people and things on the best side, and now think about whether they are happy or happy, not sad or sad. Maybe this is why the past can only be recalled, and happy things are worth remembering, don't you think?
Time flies, people live in the world and always grow and advance in different changes. This sentence tells us that the past has passed and we can't go back. I can only look back occasionally, and I can't go back. It also tells us to cherish the present and look forward to the future.