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Opening the photo album, sorted up to 2017 now,

Recalling the words I’ve written, I realize,

So it’s been many years,

Actually, back then I really had no particular thoughts about age,

Just wanting to add something to life in these so-called times,

So I added weight to my backpack and hit the road,

A DSLR, a backpack, three phones, and that’s it,

Lazily snapping many photos of myself through the lens, keeping them as records,

After overtime on Saturday and Sunday,

Then walked into an unremarkable shop by the roadside,

Said HI to the boss,

Order a set meal,

Get a bottle of soy milk,

Sitting right next to the speakers,

And this time it’s Mayday’s song again,

I’ve always thought of myself as,

Not a proper Mayday fan,

Though I’ve watched a concert at the Xi’an Stadium,

Unlike the lovely people around me who sing along from the first song to the last,