Chronicles of Heaven: The years are like water, ask for a monthly pass!

Unconsciously, it's January again.

Years and years are like water, passing by in the sound of the keyboard.

One word, one second, one word, one minute, one word, one hour...

More and more words are written, and more and more years pass by...

Well, such a small and fresh literary art, thousands of words are turned into a sentence:

It's the beginning of the month, there is a monthly pass guaranteed, please drop it down!