clinging to you, imprisoning the past

Do you remember that autumn?For more than ten years, the memory of fallen leaves and dust has penetrated into my bone marrow.Every night without you for more than ten years, regrets, desires, and longings eat away at my body.If you get the chance, go back in time.Let regret become a past event in another time and space, will you sign the contract?The hour hand has started to turn. "Tick, tick." Looking back on the past, the most persistent person is still you.