"I heard your life say, it..."
"How is it?"
I couldn't wait to ask. He smiled gently and put out the cigarette in his other hand.
"It has been waiting here, waiting for a person who loves himself..."
I chuckled and soon stopped smiling. I listened to him carefully and listened to his sincere words.
"And that person, from when he was a child until now, only loved a shooting star. Sometimes the shooting star turned into an angel and laughed mischievously. Sometimes the stars hung in the sky and winked. Other times, it did not show up and just hid and slept... but it was kind to me. Maybe it was a grandmother and let me feel the warmth and care of my loved ones. But now it turned into your appearance and walked into my life, making me look forward to the future. Now, I will never let you
