Have you ever waited for a shooting star?
One year, two years, three to five years, by the river
Waiting kills hope
Wandering consumes faith
But still didn't expect half past one
I once walked along the riverside and accidentally watched shooting stars.
I thought that was my luck. Luck never fades and meteors never fall.
Finally, I discovered that my luck in life is only enough for me to encounter beautiful scenery once.
Intention: There is always someone crossing the sea of people to love you