Your dreams are the colorful balloons that lift you above the drab landscape of the commonplace. The pursuit is the string that keeps you connected to them, allowing you to soar towards the sky of your aspirations.
We know that life is not a dream. There are many setbacks and many helplessness. However, we are young, and strength is growing within us. In this lonely space, we can transform tears and smiles, as well as so much bitterness and pain, into flowing words: A touch of the setting sun allows me to chant countless intoxications; a piece of moonlight enables me to read out many sentiments.
You can no longer be naive, but you must be kind. Be kind and forgiving like a child, and then make yourself better.
For me, if missing is endured firmly, such as insisting not to look for or talk to, it will appear in another way, such as in dreams and in tears.