It was still that summer, the sun was shining brightly. The background is the same, it's still called an absurd drama, but the protagonist becomes me. I took off my boots and threw them down, frantically stroking my hair, hoping that Godot would appear among the dandruff. I don't know what Godot is, a monster with three heads and six arms, a charming goddess, or... Looking up at the stars, the seemingly flawless stars shine in the Milky Way, giving us infinite reverie. In that starry sky that is not stained by dust, how many people's beautiful dreams have been released. People who fly to the stars know that there is dust and gravel there just like the earth, so they lose the freedom and right to imagine. We cannot indulge in our own fantasies, but we cannot allow our free-flying thoughts to be lost in the ruthless reality.
