It seems that I have lost the pull of gravity and is floating in the clouds, aimlessly. Apart from the uncontrollable stretching of my body, there is no trace of fear. Instead, deep fatigue has occupied my little reason, and the brilliance of the setting sun has dyed the clouds around me into blooming colors. The red flowers of the other shore, blown by the breeze, swim, gather, and then roll into disillusionment... At this time, the eyelids are already heavy, and they slowly close, feeling that everything is becoming quiet, and only the gentle wind is singing softly in the ears... That world has gradually moved away...