There are people setting out on every road, there is a sky above everyone's head, there are unpredictable clouds in every sky, and every cloud is a sign of destiny. Silently choosing a direction, a star or a pair of eyes, as people choose the world, so the world chooses people. Choose the starting point silently, choose the return journey proudly, the person who chooses the dawn at night, and the dawn chooses him as the wind of freedom. Choose a bird or a fallen leaf, choose a rock or a puff of dust. Whoever chooses among the options is the chosen one. Everyone has a nameless heart, every heart has lonely moments, who chooses the lonely world, ? Lan Miao≡? Mother owl?? Meteors sink in the choice, and the sun rises in the choice.