The world is a round place, and in some places there is a feast of lights and people partying wantonly all night long.
There are also areas that are as calm as water, with no ripples in the silence day after day.
Some people are scolding Fang Qiu in their own circles, overlooking the joys and sorrows of all sentient beings from a tall building that reaches into the clouds.
Some people huddled up, groping and touching carefully, just trying to find a place for themselves.
Countless circles nest and accommodate each other, eventually forming a large circle that covers all living beings.
He is like a self-exiled prodigal, wandering on the edge of this big circle, trying his best to refuse to be wrapped up, trying to get out but unable to get out.
She was like a lonely child in an aquarium, envious of the dolphins swaying in the water, but she could only put her hand on the glass window, close to the big circle, trying to get in but couldn't.
But we should believe that as long as two people stick to the edge of the circle and keep walking, no matter how big the world is, they will meet one day.
I hope every Zhu Yunshen can wait for a Hu Jun to arrive and cross the sea of people to take you home.
Purpose: I would like to comfort the lonely souls wandering on the edge of society.