Chapitre 451: Good luck~!

Time flies…

Sixty tick-tock-tick of a clock makes a minute, sixty steps of the bigger hand make an hour. Hours gather and we play by the side of the ever-flowing river of time.

Hours pass as we sit with a loved one, or talk with a stranger about things that make us forget the ever-present passing of a moment.

Days pass as we play with our little ones.

Months pass as we learn, forget, live, and die.

Years pass as we reach the destination only to find that wasn't the end, and… continue the eternal cycle of time.

Time is an illusion we create. A lie we can't separate from ourselves.

It is vicious, hurts people, and makes us vulnerable.

If passed, it doesn't come back. Once lost, it just vanishes from our worlds.

It doesn't come back, doesn't reply even while called with broken words and bloody tears.

It is ruthless.