In the vast sea of stars, clinging to a dream, warm hands

"In the vast sea of stars, clinging to a dream, warm hands I caress at the hand, the vast sea of people, who do I meet, the tenderness in your eyes is everything for me, in order to meet you, I cherish myself, I cross the wind and rain, it is for me to put my heart at ease, until I meet you, believe in fate, this world is worth working hard for, for you..."

Five hundred times in the past life, in exchange for a touch of disappointment in this life, so I believe that every encounter in life is happiness. Twenty years, long is not long, short is not short. Inevitably, we miss far more people than we keep.

Some people say that it is like a city because there is a person living in the city, or there is a story in the city that cannot be let go. Of course, for me, for it, none of that. So, is it really peaceful? Is the river so clear? Is it the vicissitudes of the city walls or? Yes, not all. M said maybe I picked it up from there, and I laughed, maybe that's a better answer. It's just that maybe none of it matters. Others say that there is no reason to like someone. As the lyrics say, "Some people can't tell where it is good, but no one can replace it."

It is often intentional or unintentional to connect people to cities. Looking down, people are the condensed back of the city, and looking at the big picture, the city is the scene where people interpret the story. For people, in the city, there is a kind of emotion that is difficult to give up. Perhaps it is the original intention of life that gives me the motivation and courage to move forward.

Once, wanted to meet you after a long time. One afternoon in life, on a certain street, on a wall, or on a bluestone bridge that stood for hundreds of years. So, all along, with that original intention, I look forward to meeting you along the way.