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You looked at the lights and stars and didn't know if you would be in someone's dream...

You won't believe that, but for everything I see here, I think of you...

Nobody can really see the future, and I can't go back to your memory...

"I know the answer is a bit sentimental and not of the 'positive analysis' style. But when I think of all the events happened in my life, I often seem to see a kid stumbling in the woods. I have known all the traps and astries, but he doesn't. He will and has to move on, going through all these by himself. Then I see he comes to me, step by step, closer and closer, finally becomes the 'I'. I don't know what kind of person I would become if I hadn't entered that academy. I'm also curious about the question, but that would not be my story." I dreamed about that kid crying in the garden beside road. "Yesterday my beloved balloon flew out of my hand. Did you saw it?" That balloon flew to the mountain far far away. An old man tied it to his roof, waiting for dad to find it with you. One day dad got tired and lost in a deep valley, just like the balloon that could never be found again. This is a journey, a boundless journey called destiny. We meet by accident and depart in this road never able to return. We pass by the mountains. We pass by lakes. We pass through the forest, passing through the desert, passing by people's castles and gardens. We pass by the happiness. We pass by the agony, passing through a woman's warmth and tears, passing through the endless coldness and loneliness of life. ——Pu Shu· Journey

There I saw you again with everyone in an empty playground I kept crying for no reason with a familiar song