In 2057, the Milky Way...
At the end of the universe, maybe one day we can meet again...
I don't know if I can find the end, but I will find you, I will.
Travel again and again, parting from you forever
(If you don't like it, don't spray it. It was inspired by a related poem in Tennessee and Tun Haili, "Walking again and again, and parting with you in life." Hehe. Newbies, please be merciful.)
Intention: boring
