There are always a few people in people's lives, they are about joy, they are about friends, they are about youth.
Some are like strong winds and waves, which may change suddenly due to fate; some are like returning to port from the deep sea, making you willing to cross the mountains and rivers to walk towards him in the calm and peaceful years.
It's a story that always happens on the blue seaside; it's the Nanke years that occasionally have sweet dreams and sometimes nightmares; it's about chasing the aurora on the beach, and also running toward each other in the fountain.
I wish readers and friends have good dreams every day and live a good life after waking up from the dreams.
Maybe it's the dusk looking out the window on the bus, maybe it's the coolness of not holding an umbrella in the rain, maybe it's the corner of your mouth that can't let go when talking about the person you like. If my words are like one of them, then I am lucky.
Purpose: Life is like a nightmare, why not make your own dreams.
