As days and months pass by, so does the wind, and the tips of our worn out fingers through the different fabrics of both time, and life itself. As wind passes by, it brushes all delicate feelings and shards from the past with it. Gracefully like a flower. Whereas the fingers with cracks of history, sweep away both the positive, and negative feelings forcefully. Forcing them away, earning more cracks in the process, as well as more shards for the wind to brush away. It isn’t intended- no. For it was just a simple misconception. But even so- thing’s get old at one point. It happens every day. 365 days a year. 525,949 minutes. And 31,536,000 seconds. Yet, even if it’s old. It goes on. On and on, and on. No escape whatsoever. Because just like a person who didn’t make it on the last train home- there was no where to go. Nothing to do. Nothing to change.

Huang Zitao was a prodigy. Mastering the art's of Wushu at 20. Heart cancer took a toll- however it hadn't  stopped him.

Wu YiFan, the CEO of Wu coorperations had nothing to do in life. For the past 23 years. Like the world, only going in circles, never changing.