Starry Night

The miniature dolls still dancing in the music box, the ruins still standing in the black smoke, the pure white doves still flying in the hazy sky, the lives buried under the nameless stone monuments are still young. The world knows that iron-blooded biographies can stir people's hearts, but who knows the youth and tenderness written in pen and ink? The writing pen, the text written by the pen, the world in the text, and the person in the world gradually disappear in the mark of history.