"I", a person, lonely, alone, I do my own thing, I am silent and happy in my world, dancing alone, joy is me, loneliness is me, sadness is me, in the mortal world where people come and go, I am me, no one needs to care.

I like silence, no makeup, I like a song single cycle, I hear no rhyme over and over again, a text, a paragraph falls into my heart, I am like a grass blooming on the lonely hillside, through the sunshine, through the rain and dew, through the breeze, I am bright and enchanting.

"We". No matter how good this word is, whether it is a friend or a lover, it is combined to form a whole.

We are friends, fate to meet, my stop, your stay, we have become friends, since then your distance has my concern, my world also has your footprints, no need to think often, but never forget.

From when we met, and from when we met, my memory has been blurred, I am a confused person after all, I only remember, as long as I meet you, I will always cherish. If you are always there, I will always love.

I like to think of you by the moonlight, and then paint your face, the story of the encounter is staged again and again, and you are always my most beautiful fate.

Some encounters are just moments, and when you turn around, you will be strangers, while some fates are forever in an instant.

Like you, always a little more

Time is a thin soft, soft and comfortable, time is like an old thing sprinkled on the window lattice, always nostalgic, time is like a dust, you and I are closely connected.

I've written too much fate, and I've missed too much fate, and after I turned around, I didn't see you, I gently treasured you in my heart, and collected it well, I'm really afraid, when I turn back, I won't be able to find you again.

The sun is just right, and the heart is bright.

I want to be sure of a relationship, even if the world changes, I wish you all the warmth, and I wish you peace and sound.

If time grows old, I only hope that on the road of friendship, you, me, and we are not over. Turn around and you'll see your smiling face.

How good! How good!!

In the depths of time, shallow joy and deep love, on the road to meet, the friendship is deep, you and I, and sing, and do, and cherish.