Humans are so fragile and yet so beautiful. When little Peter looked at you with big eyes with tears in his eyes and innocently asked "But why did she have to die?", the whole human life, innocent, beautiful, painful, helpless, seemed to be all Miniature in Peter's clear pupils.
At that moment, I really felt that in this world, Neverland exists, Magic exists, Faries, Mermaids, Peter Pan, they all exist. I have always believed deeply.
People, how fragile, but how strong, how precious, how noble. Where reality is out of reach, the soul can travel in it.
Every time I ask, what is the meaning of human life? A hundred years is but a moment, and exposure to the universe is but a drop in the ocean. Everything starts with meaninglessness and ends with meaninglessness. Every doubt, every disappointment.
Only a glimpse into the world of human imagination, so magnificent and splendid, so beautiful and pure. The soul is also moved to tears by this beauty, as if it is beginning to approach the true meaning of life.
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