One day he will abandon his old self with his own hands, and his soul will go to that season alone. The spring he has chosen for himself is spring.
Dreams and reality intertwined, the cold lake water was filled with gentle stars, and the moon was also rippling in it. He was like the little monkey who wanted to catch the moon, holding up the moon, but it was broken in his hands. There was a small boat floating in the wind, and the crisp song of the bluebird was long and distant, calling him to chase the spring together. He climbed on the curved leaf, drove through the endless rose garden, drove through the vast sky of stars, and found that spring at the end of time, with everything the birds chasing spring had said.
Purpose: Live alive