In the past, his world was one person. Now, he is always one person.
Everything you encounter in life disappears like a bubble. When there is only a beam of light left, you want to reach out and touch it, but you find that there is nothing.
Like a dry spring, like a powerless wasteland.
Intention: No one can stay with us all the time, but as long as some people appear, even for a moment, they are worth remembering for the rest of our lives.