Passing by your world

Chapter 3 Prologue

I pass by some people's world, and some people pass by my world.

I wrote many bedtime stories one after another, all of which were completed late at night.They are like luggage stored on the platform, some belong to oneself, some belong to friends, and there is no need to claim them, so they melt into the footprints of the journey.

But I think they are beautiful.Once melted, it will be inseparable from the infinite blue sky and white clouds, just like a bookmark, it is worth being caught in the gap of time, just look back occasionally.

In fact, some of this book are not even short stories, at best a few scribbles.But I know that they can give the person I like a little bit of strength, a little bit of strength to face myself.

Because in the past years, we all wanted to own the whole world of one person, but we could only pass by.

The rain all over the city, the blurred traces, I just stand there and don't want to move forward.Even if you wait and carefully guard every intersection, you finally find that the other party is no longer here.

These are not terrible.Everyone's strength is a soft cocoon.

I want to tell you, sit down, have a drink, or look at the view, and move on, in the name of what we must be happy about.

If passing by your whole world, then I will wait for you at the end.

(End of this chapter)