All the crazy things have been taken away, and now all that is left is the trace of uneasiness, as if the feeling I had never felt suppressed the fairy tale like a joke! Maybe it's just that the crazy Prince Charming is wandering on the street, always lingering at the exit of the street, reluctant to leave this bustling city, unwilling to watch the backs of each one go away! Maybe there is no such legendary prince in this era. There are only those crazy horses running wildly everywhere. They can hardly miss the scenery they pass by. They even don't know why they are running. When they reach the end of the world, they realize that they have no purpose. What cannot go back will never go back, just like the long-awaited dew dripping on the desert, disappearing in the blink of an eye, leaving marks one after another, and touching the huge pairs of footprints. The oasis in the distance seemed to be as close as a ruler. I continued to run forward until I breathed my last breath, and everything finally returned to peace. I can no longer hear the sound of galloping hooves and the whining again and again, and I can no longer awaken the passion of the past. In that silence, the soul slowly comes to that strange place, unknown roads, strange things, with waves of conflicting feelings. Sometimes I'm curious and want to try it, but I don't know where to start. I can only fantasize, guess, and feel with my heart. The end is also the beginning, how to calm the ambiguous heart. Maybe letting go is just a wrong choice, so wrong that people can't see the road ahead clearly.