Those are the stars that rank among the immortals, and are hailed as the saints of gods by humans.
The mouth and nose are filled with the incense of the human world, facing those humans with a smile, and praying silently.
Even so, even though they have the praise of mankind, they are not happy.
Praying for brightness and happiness in the world, but where has my share gone?
I read the destiny book of the world over and over again, and where is my own destiny written?
Perhaps, this is a joke, a feast, an illusion like a mirror, a mirror, and a moon in the water.
However,
If possible, I just want to catch up with you, stand in front of you, and watch together - the wind is light and the clouds are clear;
Hold your hand and count the lines in your hand over and over again;
Then,
Whisper gently in your ear——
"Qixian, I want to be happy... With you."
Together, happy.
Conception: