There is an old song burning to the Milky Way.

The universe in our hearts is always centered on the sun, and we are eager to warm and burn this century.

This flame is a desire to travel through all time and space. When we are young, we will burn it heartily.

I am sometimes like a star moored in the Milky Way, longing to see from the earth.

Missing hurts easily.

Painful blood flow

Clear mood

I miss your peace.

The moon is bent.

The dark clouds have cleared away.

The stars are on.

Let thoughts flow through the river of time.

But flashing in the dark

Selected from the collection of poems of the Arctic monarch "Beyond Time"

Whether waiting is counted by the second hand, minute hand and hour hand or light year. It is unscientific to calculate the speed of missing with science, and it is insincere to wait with sincerity. There are no lies in this world. See, that can't be really romantic.

You will always be on the earth, I will always be in the galaxy, your length is one day, and my thoughts are one year.