Starry night, quietly looking forward to, looking up at, staring at the brilliant starlight that came from distant galaxies hundreds of millions of years ago and spanned hundreds of millions of light years.

Only the stars hundreds of millions of light years away are the kindest and won't hurt anyone. Even so, the city has lost sight of the starlight.

If you are more affectionate, I dare to walk up to you and watch the stars precipitate in your eyes.

The light is too bright to extinguish the starlight, and there is my hazy shadow in the starlight.

The light in the distance, so far away, I can see the past, but I can't see the future.