The floating clouds have nowhere to fall, and they are wandering all over the world.
Floating outside the fireworks of the world, it took root and bore fruit.
There were once two young men who met each other in Meng Xia and separated in Qiu Qiu. They stayed together for two years, stayed together for a year, and separated for twenty months.
Two years are enough time for the little transparent person who had low self-esteem and cowardice and dared not even look at others to become a glorious and wanton young man.
Two years were enough for that rational, indifferent, and perfect boy to be like a machine, but struggling to pursue emotional throbbing.
In 20 months, the orange tree he had raised with his own hands had grown into what he expected, but he was retracing his steps step by step.
He longs for friends, longs for social interaction, longs for care, and longs for love, but he is only dared to compress his social circle to the extreme.
He doesn't want to socialize, except for necessary exchanges, and he doesn't want to meet redundant people, but because he wants to look like a human being, he pretends to smile and negotiate with others.
One is an island before being besieged by low self-esteem, and the other is building a high wall with politeness and alienation.
One is trying to suppress his emotions, while the other is trying to amplify them.
One's suffering is visible to the naked eye, but the other's has been well hidden.
Their love is not recognized by the world, and they can only walk forward in the dark night, but fortunately there is always someone willing to light a torch for their way.
There are lanterns for ten miles, and the city is full of beauty. The preface of the Spring and Autumn Dynasties, the floating clouds are eternal.
Intention: Give love a definition that will not be defined by the world