They are two parallel lines, one is a human and the other an angel. They are in two different worlds and will never intersect---------
A shooting star streaked across the sky, turned into a teardrop, and disappeared under the night sky. The dream became transparent in a distant place. After all, it was impossible to see whether it was shattered. The fragments of memory turned into angel feathers and fell at the end of the world. A four-leaf clover grew there. I followed the direction to the North Star. When a ray of sunlight shines in in the morning, the dream begins to connect with reality, and then freezes. Is it a dream or waking up? -------
But fate made a joke with them, and tied them together because of an accident? The world of these two people is going to be rough, but it has a taste of happiness.