That night, I saw a star.
It passed through billions of light years, passed through the high-rise building opposite me, passed through the lush locust tree outside the window, and even passed through the dazzling lights in my house, hitting directly into my eyes.
At that angle, at that time, I happened to be standing there, and the wind happened to blow open a gap, and it came to my eyes with the gentleness from the depths of the universe.
Later, no matter how many nights I waited and how many angles I changed, I could never see that star again...
Is the end of the starlight that crashed into my eyes that night still another planet slowly enjoying its own life?
Intention: Just do it and cherish it