Life is like a huge carousel, and we are all small dots on this carousel.
It can be almost equal to zero.
The reality is that behind every "zero", there are some stories.
Some stories are ordinary, while some love is great.
Some stories sound like just a story, while some love transcends race, life and death.
I want to go back to memory and pursue everything we once had.
I want to go back to the blue ocean and the ice-blue underwater city.
I want to look into your sea-blue eyes and pursue a glimmer of light in the dim life.
I want to see our former home, the place where we fell in love.
Bluish, Undersea City.
A place that I have been moved by, cried by, and given up by.
No more. What no longer exists is our former home and your eternally beautiful face.
What is the happiest thing in a long life? The years have put heavy chains on me, but they have not taken away my happiness. The sea breeze is still wet and salty, and my heart is still throbbing, but everything is like yesterday, clearly visible, but never coming back. But I know that you are always there, in memories, in dreams, in Xianxian
In the sea breeze. Your soul stays in the sea water when I first saw you for a long time, because you know that I am also staying in your happy memories.
Now, I did it. I'm back, back to this most familiar, strange, and painful place... I did it... I know, you saw me.