Triassic

I think the beautiful world is like the brightest star in the sky. When night comes, I can't help but look up at it... It is so bright and beautiful, a little sad in its beauty; it is so sublime and distant, a little hazy in the distance. However, no matter it comes from billions of light years ago or how many centuries I am standing in, we will meet in a certain space. Even in dreams, I will hover, fly and blend with it...