The happiness given to the world by God has its own destiny. Countless people are running on this road. Some are lucky to have happiness, and some can only end up depressed throughout their lives. Maybe we have shouted, maybe we have worked hard, maybe we have been indignant, but in the end, time and space will not stop for you, let alone look at you. The universe, starry sky, and the world will only move forward slowly according to this established trajectory. What do I ask for? Leaving a shining mark under this huge sky, or leaving some traces in this lonely human world, there is actually no trace. I, or we are actually just the most ordinary people, but to us our lives are like the huge starry sky or the shining sky. When we look up at the starry sky, do we see our own hearts or the bright Milky Way? We will grow old slowly and forget the stories of our youth, so I think, even if my story is like a grain of sand in the Taklimakan Desert, one more grain or one less grain will not have any impact on the world, but for me, this grain of sand is enough to be a shining meteor in my heart, not only passing through my short youth, but also illuminating my entire life.
Intention: We are very small to the world, but we are also very brilliant to ourselves.