In my words, men and women all have gray faces, and their hearts are soaked in tears.
Many, many years ago, we were young, anxious and restless, looking foolishly at the sky, which was high and far away.
Many, many years later, we have grown up, learned to love, learned to hurt, learned to deceive ourselves and others, and have been deceived by life, but we are still uneasy, looking back at the sky, so close, as if within reach, but actually more distant
Intention: