Ninety thousand miles high in the sky, that world is fuzzy and small, floating on the sea of stars.
The little bits of light are beautiful and bright. They are born and destroyed, and disappear in the boundless world in an instant.
A moment is eternity, just like water droplets falling between flowers, reflecting the various forms of living beings, and fate will eventually turn into nothing more than a dream filled with empty flowers.
The young man bent down and picked flowers with his bare hands, letting the water drop into the soil.
But seeing the silence of the night, a person walked up from the red dusty street covered with stars, one step at a time...