Song of Floating Dust

If life is like floating dust, let the wind sweep it away. Unable to decide where you will end up and where you will stay. Can you still reach the pilgrimage site of your life? Jiang Ling enters the sea, and the sun rises. The floating dust is a song, the geometry of life. Even if you can only borrow a ray of breeze, you should fly high. (Note: This work focuses on psychological description, starting from the perspective of the character, and also describes some of the inner feelings of the character, so it may be quite different from other works.)