I once heard such a legend
Human life is a circle
Always follow your own trajectory
If starting from this point
I will come back here one day
But someone else told me
Human life is actually a circle with a gap
This is imperfect perfection
So my eyes were filled with white ammonia
You see, I am still such a child who gets sad easily.
The swallowtail butterfly that always hovers in my dreams
Is it you? Is it you who still can't let me go?
But when can we get back to that point?
Or is it that gap that makes us forever lost in the feast of youth?