Life is full of seas, thousands of encounters and partings, and after decades of travel, what I fear most is the blank space in my memory. In the white clouds, the dog still wants to use the clouds as ink to write something down, and let the wind blow it to the other side where the person is.
Intention: Life is a sea, with thousands of encounters and separations, and after decades of travel, the most fearful thing is that the memory will be blank at the end. In the white clouds, the dog still wants to use the clouds as ink to write something down, and let the wind blow it to the other side where the person is.