The floating life is like a dream, the autumn flowers have fallen, and the blue sea, clouds and sky have become empty.
People understand the meaning of their existence because of memory. If one day, you open your eyes and wake up, and your memory is blank, will you still understand the meaning of your existence?
In this vast world, we are just a small speck of dust.
Death is so common and human beings are so complex and changeable.
Where is my starting point and where is my ending point.
Why did I meet you, and why did I die in your hands.
Did the sky choose us, or did it imprison us?
If we meet again, I just wish each other to be well.
This article is a fan of Gu Jian Qi Tan, commemorating the youth and frivolousness, and commemorating the time that passed that year.