Thoughts and Broken Thoughts

Listening to the wind and watching the rain, I recall the fleeting years, every bit of the day and night has faded away. There are some beautiful things that people will never forget, and the corners of my mouth will rise every time I think of them. Those who can meet each other can be met by buying a ticket. Those who meet but cannot see each other again. I can only invite you into my dream to meet you.