A person,
walking quietly;
Sing quietly;
Quietly watching the cold moonlight outside the window at midnight...
Is the posture of a person's existence so meager and quiet?
So, what about you at this time?
Are you alone or already accompanied by someone...
September, the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, the daylight is getting darker. Close your eyes, and still vaguely remember the bright smile you gave me when you passed through my door on a bicycle with headphones on. Things are changing and time is passing by. How many miles of mountains and rivers are there between us this September? Life is like a play but not as good as a play.