梦

睁开眼，没有繁花似锦，迎着微光，甚至看不清眼前的世界，呼出的空气似乎即时就模糊了远方的山脉。

我在高空翱翔，寒冷、孤独。却异常坚定，远方，就是永远到不了的地方。

飞翔，每一次相遇，转瞬即逝，然后是下一次相遇，迎着风飞向远方。

张开翅膀，向着光明，即使大雾弥漫，远方，终将从你身下掠过。

Open your eyes, there is no blooming flowers, facing the low light, and you can't even see the world in front of you. The exhaled air seems to blur the mountains in the distance.

I'm flying high, cold and lonely. But it is extremely firm, and in the distance, it is a place that can never be reached.

Fly, every encounter is fleeting, and then the next encounter, flying to the distance against the wind.

Open your wings to the light, even if the fog is diffused, the distance will eventually pass under you.