The bright river is bright, the moon is far away and the stars are shallow.
There is no passion for drinking ice for ten years, and it is hard to cool down the hot blood. There is no determination to go on despite thousands of people. There is no ambition and pride to reach the sky and embrace the bright moon.
We are all just ordinary people, ordinary people, looking up at the sky indifferently. Maybe in those years, I passed by your world, and so did you.
Looking back in a few years, you will still be one of the stars in the sky.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
