so many people in this world, an open door in the crowd， my misty eyes will always remain， the first blue morning when i first saw you。 so many people in this world, How lucky I have an "us" The mornings and evenings in this long destiny always make me look into the distance and be lost in thought. Gray leaves drift over the pond, Watching the plane roar away into the distance. Long corridor of time is filled with footsteps and shouts. Lights turn on, it becomes nobody‘s empty. How many frames of the past flash through the evening breeze? Is the spin at speed gone? Coming from afar, you look sunny， There are so many people around, but the world is silent and quiet.
