A beautiful sentence describing that everything will change slowly.

We live in a vast universe, full of cosmic dust and galactic light, and we are even smaller than these. You don't just know that when life suddenly changes direction and falls into darkness as thick as ink. You are dragged into the abyss by disappointment, you are dragged into the grave by illness, you are trampled to pieces by setbacks, you are laughed at, satirized, hated, resented and abandoned ... but we always keep hope in our hearts and in our hearts that dare not give up. We will still make small efforts in great despair. This feeling of not wanting to give up, they will become little stars in the boundless darkness. We are all little stars.