Little Moon

He raised the camera, and the girl in the lens was sitting lazily on the lawn in the afternoon with a yellow wildflower pinned to her ear, her cheeks flushed by the afterglow of the setting sun. "You can call me the moon." Her lips opened and closed, the smell of wine filled the air, and the moon on her shoulders was shadowy. Intention: I think maybe we will all meet such a person. He is nothing special, just like you and this mediocre world, but he is omnipotent and can realize all your illusory dreams. ——Sun An's "Remix Life"