The wind blew gently, and a person walked quietly.
The world is very big, and it seems that I am constantly confused and unable to walk, and one day I will involuntarily want to give up.
The world is big, but the world is small. As a child, I didn't know how to get along with the people around me in a friendly manner.
To be honest, I don't know how to judge me. Sometimes I suddenly don't know how to go on alone. Maybe I am a little pretentious! Ha ha.
The wind blows gently, sometimes uprooting a book, but sometimes not taking away a leaf.
Silence, a world without sound.
Intention: In this vast world, who is with me?