A softer copy than a star.

Hide the weakness, the world is raining cats and dogs, and everything goes on. No one suffers more for you, no incurable pain, no endless sinking. All the losses will come back in another way.

The moon is hidden behind the clouds, and the waves and moonlight meet on the horizon. Under the same galaxy, we are silent, lined with gentle time. You were born in heaven and earth, and you live in my heart.

I want to open a grocery store, selling the footsteps of cats, selling brain holes that crack ten times a second, selling the loneliness of medieval artists, and selling what I think.

The moon smiled, and the laughter was sweet but not greasy, like a mouthful of bean paste overflowing from the glutinous rice balls. I saw you at the end of my daydream, and it was bright from now on. You are all my desires and fantasies.

Nothing in this world is for nothing. Standing in the light, there will be shadows behind, because in this world, many farewells are farewells; Because if you couldn't say it at that time, you would never have anything to say.

There are spring and autumn in your eyes, which are better than the mountains and rivers I have seen. You are a nearby lamp, far away from the Milky Way. The reunion was unexpected. I hope you are well. The jewels on the table fell all over the floor, so I saw the stars and your eyes.

Endure those years when no one cares: tea, when the fragrance is overflowing, I will go far away, far across these hills, far across these oceans, until I am close to the stars. Remember to keep the poem in your heart and put a smile on your face.

The so-called beauty is the moment when the stars flash by, and two different eras suddenly meet across the years. Beauty is the abolition of chronicles and the resistance to time.