A girl once told me that at the end of the clouds is a sea. At the other end of the sky, clouds float around and billions of water droplets gather into a blue ocean. They formed silently and fell silently. The cycle goes on and on, never getting tired of it.
I asked her: "What if we separate in the future?"
She said: "Then just look up at the stars."
I said, "Why look at the stars?"
She said: "Because, even if we are 10,000 light years apart, what we look up to is still the same starry sky."
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