In my next life, I want to be a cicada, keeping company with the morning sun, writing poems with the night moon, chatting with the stars at night, dancing with the warm wind. I don't know anything about the world, and I never want to meet you again. Of course, there is no next life for people. All of this is in vain after all. It's just a dream, but I still met you.
Purpose: Remember the original intention