The high mountain, perhaps out of reach. What's up there? Is the beautiful unlimited scenery, shocking. Or barren vast land, people sigh. Beauty will only make people drunk lost, lost heart. Reality can make you sober up and lose confidence. Fantasy? Or is it realistic? Not clear, and do not want to distinguish. The law of the jungle. Without struggle, where can we succeed? When you stand on the top of the mountain, you will understand your insignificance. The sky is blue above the head, and the foot is lifeless. At that time, there seemed to be only one person in the world. Loneliness, loneliness, emptiness will all come. No one will know what it was like. When there is only one person in the world, no one else will understand and cherish them. Will understand, lonely taste.