With the sky overhead,
Step on the ground.
Ahead, there is an endless end,
Behind, there is an endless distance,
On the left, it is unlimited expectations,
On the right, it is infinite reverie.
It seems that:
A few wisps of hope,
A little melancholy,
Free around.
In the vast world,
Everything is so small;
Any life,
They are unique.
What is important?
What is not important?
It's just a deep philosophical thought.