Our Little Dream

The little partings and little joys in life are like frames. Some people think they are high-definition, and some people think they are frugal. Occasionally they are stuck in a moment, and the bitterness and sweetness are floating in the wind. Who raises the corner of his mouth for whom, whispers... Look at the days now, we have different dreams, and the only thing that remains unchanged is the small longing for the future.