Suddenly, the sky is still blue, and the slowly rotating Ferris wheel carries a small amount of happiness. It turns out that there are so many happy people in this world, and the taste of happiness flows in every small grid.
Look up
I'm looking up at the Ferris wheel, trying to catch that bad kid called happiness
But
Why, why is happiness so far away from me?
They are all gone. Why is Lian Cheng gone now?
One of the wings of the angel was broken, and the wings fluttered down, becoming Christmas Eve
falling
Snow.