"If You Are, You Are"
Step into this blink of an eye, it seems like the awakening of a dream butterfly. Wherever the wings pass, it is like the navigation light. At that time, thousands of scenes will pass through your eyes, and stories of joy will accompany you. I will return from ancient times to find you. If you are there, you are there.
That cold night in sleep will not say anything, nor will the summer Iris . You sit from January to December and meet the secret of stone and yourself. You know, it's very close to eternity.
Hold a thread of frosted hair, and all life and death will be inside. We need to remember and forget, we need to be attached and parting, we need to light up every lamp at the intersection of water and sky, take care of every shadow, and resurrect under neon lights and fireworks.
Send a letter to the resurrected self. It’s like the mountain is back, rain is still rain, and I am still myself. But, the clouds on the top of the mountain have become other people's confidants thousands of times.
Note: I look forward to more friends who like text to discuss together. I am waiting for you at this end of text!
