Title:About 100 million years
Author:Ghost of children’s Day
Description:The furthest distance in the world is not the ends of the earth. Every side of the world, at least you can invite the monsoon to send thoughts, and wish the ocean current to bring you well-being. Yin and yang are separated, at least one stone tablet is shallow, and one bone is not cool to send grief. What about us? You are before time, I am after years. The flow of time to clean up everything, except memory. One hundred million years ago, our faith and persistence; one hundred million years later, it was sung like an epic. One hundred million years ago, you carved our forever on the rock wall; one hundred million years later, I would weep before the cold fossil.