Pursue dreams; find prey; explore secrets.
Poetry:
I am a piece of water, and everything I do is the wind’s will;
We once had an innocent face,
p>Can you still find it now?
Some things are like looking for a needle in a haystack, hard to find.
The past that cannot be returned cannot be found.
I miss you all the time,
I just can’t find it anymore, the rain is rendering the environment.
Or:
Looking
Like a silk needle entering a river
Like recalling a scene and sealing a pavilion
Can’t pursue it Enjoy your life
Looking for the end of the road and raining heavily