I have never flown to the stars, but I have known in my heart that there are also flaws there. There are dust and gravel when viewed up close. So, I closed my eyes and meditated: Xianxia is the loneliness, the depression, like a bent child when I look closely; Xianxia is the loneliness, the sadness, the hardship of persistence when I look closely... I took your dream and your last wish back to the alley when you left, and stood at one end of the road you walked. This alley is so deep, so deep that it makes me feel a little desolate; this road is so long, so long that I can't see the other end. I was a little timid, a little hesitant, and a little hesitant.
