Life is a helpless cycle. Even in a sunny and worry-free campus, accompanied by the tense melody of high school life, after all, we still cannot escape the sentimentality of our youthful years. I even forgot that once upon a time, my optimist self could be so sad and helpless. Sometimes, I really worry that if I am not careful, I will fall into the swamp of "seeing through the world of mortals". But sadness is not my specialty. I am just a young man who loves freedom and longs to fly. I am just a wandering traveler walking between the sea and the sky, loving, laughing, and tired, looking for a harbor to anchor and seal my memories. The joy of life is not in the princess's castle, but in the other sky outside the window. That sky belongs to oneself, with lingering or indifferent stories, stories of you, me, and them, stories of life and growth... Its soul lies not in having an owner, but in that it is an island where all travelers can enjoy themselves after they are tired. There is no host or guest, only the sincerity and warmth between friends...