Time keeps passing by, and the vicissitudes of time cannot cover up the truth and beauty of memories. I put my emotions in my pocket and stored them but forgot to taste them. When I think of them again, there are only salty tears left. The diary of youth is like a time capsule, storing the most precious moments in life, which is very touching! Since I was admitted to college, I hardly have much time to go home and visit. I study hard every day and dare not relax myself, just to one day be able to stand out, realize my dreams, bring honor to my family, and repay my relatives for their upbringing. of grace. Soon, after graduating from college, he came to Beijing alone and struggled for his dream without stopping for a moment. In this city full of talents, people feel extremely pressured and unprecedentedly confused. The author repeatedly asked himself, how can I realize my dream? The beautiful life I once fantasized about in college, but in the face of this ruthless reality, it is inevitable that I feel a little bit disillusioned and feel discouraged. But the persistent spirit has not been intimidated, and we have persisted until today. Who can experience and understand the bitterness along the way? Perhaps only time can tolerate and understand all of this. What is lost no longer exists, and what is left will never come back. Only by moving on unswervingly can we live up to the wishes we have made. "Time Capsule" evokes memories deep in the heart, but also seals the unspoken language. Only the beating notes understand your own voice, and only the dancing melody understands your feelings. Musician Sun Yicheng expresses his inner emotional world in his own unique way.
How carefree and happy I was as a child. Only when you grow up do you slowly understand that happiness also comes with cruelty. "Time Capsule" records growth, but it also tells about loss. The creation of "Time Capsule" is not only a kind of memory for grandma, but also a painful experience through the understanding of this song. At the same time, it expresses that time will never stop for anyone. It tells us not to let those who love us wait too long. Only by cherishing it can we have it. Perhaps only staying away from the hustle and bustle can make people real. The contrast between the gray brick walls and the city under neon lights shows that primitive love does not need any modification. The most real life is to cherish our relatives and the elderly. Her tears shone with hope, and those words really awakened the dreamer. She had to ask herself, "I love you" and "I miss you" countless times every day, which words are meant for one's relatives?