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Sometimes, I am lonely. Sometimes, I forget this.

Sometimes, I remember something from the past. Perhaps it is from the future.

Sometimes, I am honest and never lie. Sometimes, I forget this.

So I am not sure whether this is true or false, nor am I sure whether my friend M exists, but he is an important part of this.

Sometimes, I am also an important part of something. Sometimes, I forget this.

M and I repeatedly talk about something unimportant, or rather, sometimes it is something important. Sometimes, we speak plainly, or rather, sometimes we rise and fall in tone. The interest in this lies in the dull minds of its participants, or rather, sometimes we need to skillfully avoid the essence of the issue, so that the conversation can continue.

M is not a dull person. Sometimes, he forgets this.

There is a light mist outside the room, which means it may be morning or evening. It is dark, which also means it may be morning or evening. The streetlights are on, which means it may be morning or evening.

The view is narrow, which means M's judgment is correct. The road is long, which means M forgot this.

The gaze is short, which means there is mist.

I remembered something from the past, perhaps it is from the future. I am honest and never lie.

There is a light mist inside the room, which means M and I are talking about that. It is dark, which means M and I are talking about that.

The lights are off, which means I forgot this.