About dreams and growth.
I have three lofty dreams: diving, painting and flying.
Regarding diving, after Steve Irwin died, I went to sleep.
As a coward, I am very afraid of death and pain.
Regarding painting, although I have always been a lousy person, I am glad I still persevered.
Although it is childish doodles, at least it is happy.
Regarding flying, I don't know when this dream will be achieved.
I like the red hot air balloon, it looks beautiful floating in the sky.
There is a lyric by Cao Fang, who can give me infinite vastness, and when I look at the sky, it seems empty to me.
When you grow up, your bones will hurt when you sleep, and your mind will be full of imagination.
Crying and laughing all the way. Whether lonely or moved.
They are all like treasures in a box, being treasured.
Who can fly with me and who can give me a little bond? Until now, I am actually not sure. Or maybe you are sure, but also doubtful.
I have always been a timid person, so I hope that at least there is a group of people in my heart who can pursue dreams and love seriously.
They sparkle and have some truth to them. That's probably it.