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The stars are converging, the Milky Way is like a waterfall, and it is like the silent daytime fireworks blooming on the bottom of the sea; the rivers of stars are turning, traveling backwards, looking for you on the far side where the stars are holding the moon.

For several miles around, time flies like water. Teenagers and girls are young, encountering each other on the sunset trail, sprouting in the corner store, and becoming more and more out of control in the rising bubbles of soda. Within a few miles, where are you? The invisible distance is this small mobile phone screen. They are separated at the fork in the road of life, and such a test makes it difficult to sleep. For miles around, it's you who looks back. The trace of the disappearance is only the sound in the dream, but it seems that it is fate that the moment I look back, it is you again.