The sky was silent.
He is always lost in thought.
The sky is like that kind and lovely child.
Sometimes I cry because I am lonely.
Maybe I should respect him.
Want to see through, but can't see through.
Sometimes I look like the sky.
Sometimes the sky is like me.
God is my teacher.
He always chooses a lamp for me.
However, everything is different.
I am still very young.
God, it's empty, and the content is still empty.
I wish I had this state in my heart.
The sky is empty, so am I.