Everyone is actually very small. At the beginning of every life, there is probably a little pain. Someone is dazzling in a brightly lit place. There are also people who still want to purify themselves in the dust. This story was first written in the summer of 2009, when the evening breeze was blowing. After 13 years, I still think about it and want to tell everyone.
Intention: No matter you are a bright star or a particle of dust, no matter the betrayal and abandonment, you will always have your boy. He is the afternoon of April and the evening breeze of September. Love will heal you.