You won't find love just around the corner, and the happiest life is a simple life. Those youth running wantonly, those calm and calm love, those gorgeous and blooming faces, merge into a pure color of blue. The end of the night is sunshine, the end of cold is warmth, the end of waiting is possession, the end of loneliness is love. Stubbornly believing in the gentleness of a meter of sunshine, when the colorful colors hide behind black and white, a little weakness and helplessness are also hidden. This monster, you are too beautiful, like a daisy, quietly watching the dragonfly fly by. Because we are always full of longing for the future. Cozy imagination, the warm sunshine in the afternoon, a cup of warm and strong black tea, the gentle wind blowing gently, the clouds in the sky moving slowly, that is the sky that belongs to us, no matter the past, future or present.