The galaxy is an ancient agreement, and a blue dream appears in the endless void, as if the oath made thousands of years ago is awakening here. The snow falls outside the green mountains, sealing the unopened mark. I drift alone in the sea of clouds, like a rootless leaf of duckweed. The past fades away with the sound of the tide, and time condenses into quiet dewdrops in the eyes. In a trance, my fingertips touched the warm moonlight on the seabed, and the whisper of star trails as light as flying catkins came to my ears. I borrowed a small boat to drift into the distance, borrowed the long night to cover my body with clothes, and crossed my lost path. I followed a wisp of mist and rain to find my home. Where can I find the fairy road, and can it heal the traces carved by the passing years? Even though I have traveled through thousands of mountains and valleys, my original intention is still as clear as yesterday. The wind carries the whispers of the past, quietly picking up the broken dreams under the thousands of miles of sky. The wind blows through the flowing star ruins, and deep in the sky, there seems to be the first prayer for reunion.
