The colour of this bus ticket is fading, so is my memory. The typings from the vending machine could bearly be read... 16:14... 20AU... 90c...
Thought I was able to keep my memory by holding on to this tiny slip, yet I can't do much to avoid the image turn blurry. At the end, the tiny slip is just a waste when no more memory is attached to it.
May be this is the best way to set me free from clinging to the past.
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