<p>I feel like I am separated from the world by this glass window. I stand in the nameless space far away from the world fireworks and watch the flowers blossom and fall in this world. The pendulum of the clock, moving rhythmically, ticking slightly, every sound is a reminder of the loss of time. Heart, can not help but a little panic, now every second, is the next second of the past, now everything, then tomorrow's past, the future is alway...