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这种感觉，像是忘记了很久，却又从来没有忘记过。恍恍惚惚的，一辈子就过去了。
I look at other people whose minds have been occupied by various kinds of stuff, there is a feeling that is so subtle but yet so familiar coming to me - I was running or walking fast in a city. I turned my head from time to time and left some glimpses behind. Wind was blowing mildly and the sky was grey. My body was moving forward fast, but I kept turning my head and the wind messed with my hair so I had to lift my hand to pull the strand of hair back. When I stopped, that's the question, I never remember I stopped. But if I were to stop in the middle of the street, what would happen?