On the one hand, she has an indescribable inferiority complex, and on the other hand, she is born with pride. She is like a bright and sad grass, looking up at the sky full of cherry petals day and night. The sky was sifted into blue stars, flying among the branches and leaves. I once thought about riding on the shooting stars to knock down my dreams. When I accidentally heard the stranger's song of departure, I suddenly realized that all the beautiful dreams could not be exchanged for the sadness and joy of ending. Those chasing people and stories were hidden in the hustle and bustle of the world.
I once saw a signature in someone else's space: To conquer a country or a city, all it takes is one person. I would like to understand it this way: people all over the world are falling for you, and you are falling for the person who left the whole world.