Our loneliness and hope

Is there a secret in this world that exists in the infinite and vast expanse of time and space? And we unconsciously become the secret itself, thinking that in the eight billion people infinitely lively and crowded, in the end, looking at the familiar blue planet in front of us, we suddenly realize that we are still hidden in a place that no one knows, silently. The loneliness of this life. Our loneliness is like the sea of ​​stars in the boundless space. It seems to be a secret, but there is no way to tell or hold it. When this illusion of liveliness is broken, we can only be at a loss, panicked, panting heavily, and stretched out our hands helplessly to grasp the slightest bit of our existence in this world.
How many unknown secrets are there in this world as lonely as ourselves? How much silence is as persistent as the unreachable longing? We are just clumsy babies, eager to take off our heavy clothes, curled up in space, curled up on the earth, curled up in the small space of the space cabin-like a new birth, trying to brew love and hope.

I once asked you what you like best in the universe. You said it was that quiet. Then I said, you must watch the sunset. Even afterwards, we were all separated-scattered at both ends of the vague sea of ​​stars. You are at the other end, I am at this end, and what remains in the middle is the long rope that once eliminated your loneliness. I don't feel lonely anymore. The urgent cry for help and hug when I rescued you has filled everything in my heart. So determined to stay and endure the loneliness and death we share, so I smiled and said softly in the communicator, you must watch the sunset-you can't imagine how beautiful it is.
Then loosen the rope, leaving you with survival and hope. Behind him, the endless stars are the eternal background billions of light years away.

What supports us is not the weight of 6 billion tons of the blue planet, but our weak, invisible, and ethereal beliefs. Yes, faith. Sweat from the palms of the palms, floating together in the magnificent space, only a little faith remains. In the vast universe, the boundless fear is ultimately no match for the simplest and primitive emotions and beliefs: how lucky we are for us with brown eyes, who live day and night under the constraints of gravity every day.
It's just that in the future, maybe there will never be another person with a pair of charming blue eyes, who smiles and asks you when you need it most and are most vulnerable:
Where is your home? Dr. Stone. ——Is there someone looking at here thinking of you?

It's just that you came out of the water, staggered and started, can survive thousands of me to die calmly, calm as poetry.

——You have to let me go...

——I am not gonna let you go...

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