Sometimes I really feel that this world is too small and magical. The old man on the street corner
I met my uncle yesterday. I met an old friend I hadn't seen for a long time over coffee and passed by him.
A stranger, yet feeling so familiar.
I often fantasize outside the window, if one day, Doraemon appears
By my side, I will think about what he wants, a time machine, endless money,
Or "Prince Charming"?
Look at the twinkling stars in the night sky, close your eyes and have a sweet dream.
Purpose: Essay