After a boy is born, if there is a bright meteor firefly caught in the corner of his right eye, then he will have the supreme status in the universe. The holy light of the entire galaxy will shine on the boy forever, and the boy will become the master of the unipolar world and shine through the ages.
But the boy will cry all his life, and the tears will become the soul in the boy's pupils, sometimes pouring, sometimes unintentionally. Crying is the boy's love in this life; tears is the boy's pain in the next life. The boy's tears will not dry up until the boy's body and mind pass away, until the world grows old, and until a boy grows old.