A clear tear filled someone’s eyes

The rain is sparse and the remaining scrolls are full of melancholy. They look at the starry sky when they were children. When I am tired of the world of mortals, my dreams will become empty. Don't talk to each other, I will follow you to the end of the world.

I haven’t written an article like this for a long time, and it’s long gone since I started writing again. But I'll try my best.

In the faint starry sky, time flies by. Who can remember my childhood playmate? I often like to sit in a car and quietly look out the window, watching people coming and going, only to realize that the people in the car are different from the pedestrians. There will be a kind of people who hurriedly run among the crowds and saw all living beings and all kinds of life.