You: The clouds and blue sky are so beautiful. Me: No matter how beautiful the thick clouds and blue sky are, there will always be a junction, just like a cutting line. Just like now, I am on this side of the cloud and you are on the other side. You pulled me over and we pulled together. On the beach, I want to retort, you pointed at the clouds that have dispersed and merged into the blue sky, very happy. As stubborn as I am, I don't know what to say. But, how long and how far can we go...