Before he was eight years old, Jiang Zhen always thought that the moon in the sky followed him. Later, he discovered that all the children had made secret friends with the moon.
The moon does not belong to him alone
He was sad for a long time
When I was eight years old, the news that my parents were dead came from a small town more than 600 kilometers away.
Jiang Zhen didn't cry because his father told him before leaving
This time daddy is not just Jiang Zhen's daddy, other children need him
At the age of seventeen, Jiang Zhen looked up at the stars in the sky and asked, "Do you think the stars that only I can see belong to me alone?"
The people around him smiled and knocked on his head, "The stars belong to everyone who looks up at the starry sky."
"But the star next to you only belongs to you."
Intention: Those desperate loves in youth, the nostalgia for the sincere feelings of youth