I once thought that the star that belonged to me would never fall, but when it really fell, I discovered that there really is no eternity in the world.
Between the stars and us, who is whose passer-by, who is the embellishment of whose life?
When the past is gone with the wind and we stand on tiptoe, can we get closer to happiness?
Ps: The original name of this article is "Sleeping with the Starlight". Currently, the full text of this book is only released in Jinjiang. The author, Mr. T, used to go by the name Super Dumb Treasure, Grandma Bao.