Sometimes, I think,
If there is no paper and pen in the world.
So what will I do?
Who will listen to my suffering?
Can the air be considered a person?
Can a pillow be considered a person? Or a mobile phone?
I often think of those generations of grandparents,
Maybe if you were born in that era,
At this time, I will also have a lifelong companion,
That kind of love is eternal,
Instead of being blown away like a dandelion, I don't know where it will fly.