God, if you could hear my voice,
As we grow older, we may no longer be able to immerse ourselves in the two-dimensional world as before. The heavy work, endless household chores and everything else make us breathless, and we gradually forget about the people we once chased. They do not exist in reality, but they teach us many things. Either a teacher or a friend. When we sit quietly, raise our heads, and look at the endless night sky, we remember the scenes that once moved us and made our blood boil.
God, if you could hear my voice,
Please let me return to the second dimension again!