You traveled thousands of miles across the Milky Way and traveled by boat.

At dusk, I wrote a letter with the afterglow of the sunset and the romance of the galaxy, and sent it to you and tenderness itself.

Only people with the same frequency can see the unknown tenderness in each other's hearts, understand your mountains and rivers and Wan Li, and respect your different choices. May we always travel on the same frequency.

I saw an essay entitled "The Light" that day, and I thought of you instantly. Your light is written from beginning to end. I don't know what light is All I know is that when you come, the light will come.

At four o'clock in the morning, when I saw the flowers of Haitang, I always felt that you should be by my side at this time. At five o'clock in the morning, I still have insomnia. You won't miss me. At six o'clock in the morning, the sun rises and the sea level rises. You don't love me, no one can hear me.