Endless darkness, noisy voices, harsh slanders, Shen Xing curled up with his head buried, his hands tightly protecting his ears but it was of no avail. Such dreams kept happening, even if he knew it was a dream, he could not wake up. Finally, a beam of light came in, the darkness was destroyed, and the pure white space was filled with applause and flowers. I was full of expectations, but found that it was just a lie. Smiling and deliberately trying to please, looking at everything bustling with excitement, Shen Xing only felt chilled to the bone. Suddenly, whispers of doubts replaced praises, and then turned into curses one after another. Darkness and light were the same. Shen Xing thought, maybe even the so-called dream was fake, just a well-designed product launch, and it was time for him to take it off the shelves. In the time after Shen Xing left, it was as if the malicious comments on the Internet had never existed before, and they were all filled with nostalgia and sighs. The cemetery on the outskirts of the city was empty and deserted. Shao Ye couldn't figure out why he still couldn't forget Shen Xing after so many years. If there was an afterlife, would everything be different.
Intention: There is a lot of beauty and kindness in the world. Even if you are hopeless and helpless, don't forget to feel the breeze and the bright moon.