Vivaldi's symphony, novels of Nobokov, those are the miracles in the earthy life.
There used to be a persuer, from gutter, yelled his most sincere pray to the star while none will know.
There used to be scholar, thirst all the knowledge inside your heart.
It's me and my precious life, what is the color of galaxy in your eyes?
我梦想做你平淡岁月中的小小星辰，山高水远，岸屿之间，不枉声声念。