In the world under the same time and space, we in different places look up at the same sky.
I stretched out my hand to grasp it, but it turned out to be so far out of reach.
Now, have you ever stared blankly at the blue sky or night sky, thinking about her (him), melancholy, sad, and emotional silence.
The moment was special, something unusual.
Maybe, at that time, the special you, the calm and inner self, is the true self without concealment.
This year, when I look at the floating clouds again, I feel heavy and slow. Are they slowly getting older?
Those years have passed, we have made enough mistakes, we have gained, we have fallen, stood up again, paused, and started again.
The smooth youth has also been wrinkled by time.
We began to notice the change of summer, winter and autumn, and how helpless time flies.
However, the wind chimes on the window sill recorded the passing years, and they also recorded the warm and lovely classroom back then.