Chen west: The person I like is in the sky, and I am under the sky
Fu Yan: Under the sky, you are there, but I am not under the sky either.
You and I are just two tiny specks of dust under the sky. No matter how we struggle, in the end, the coffin is covered with loess, the tombstone is buried, and it turns into powder and disappears into thin air. The sky seems to be able to accommodate the whole world, and it seems that the entire world cannot be accommodated. So, while the sky can still accommodate you and my world, do you want to consider being with me? I don't want you to fall off the clouds and roll into this dusty world. I just want to treat you as a treasure in my heart and love you everywhere. Although this kind of love is less than one ten thousandth for you compared to what others give you, I still hope that person,
It's me.
Concept: Love has nothing to do with anything.