The sky hides deep thoughts.

Those who used to say they would never be separated are already scattered at the end of the world.

The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away.

From the moment you are not afraid of falling, the sky is not far away from you.

The pain of separation and disappointment can no longer be heard.

No matter how far apart we are, there will still be the same sky above our heads, so no matter where we are, we will never feel lonely.

In the midsummer of July, there is no cloud in the blue sky. The fiery sun is scorching the earth, the water in the river is hot to the touch, and the soil in the ground is smoking.

Will the love engraved on the back of the chair be like the flowers on the concrete floor that bloom in the windless forest forever?

The river and sky are completely dust-free, and there is only a solitary moon in the bright sky.

The sky is stacked with layers of longing, I hope the sky will no longer be filled with wet tears.

Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain.

I'm sorry because I'm familiar with it, so it doesn't matter.