Listen to the Sound of Love Passing By

A long time ago, I saw the colors, persistence and splendor in life. Dare not approach it, just like water droplets dare not approach the sun. My smallness stops me in my tracks. A few years later, that color appeared in front of me. I stepped forward and looked at it, but I couldn't put the color picture in my mind around him. Because there is no place around him to map. Nowadays, I often use a pen dipped in water to scribble beside him. It can be said that the truth is: true and false, sometimes false and true, false and true, sometimes true and false. It is impossible to tell whether it is true or false. We can only wait until the clear water turns into ink characters. From beginning to end, I have been by your side, looking forward to hearing the sound of love with you.