Passing through your world

I passed through some people’s worlds, while some people passed through my world.

We used to want to be a part of someone’s world, but it turned out that we were just passers-by.

Sometimes if you just stood still, carefully guarding each memory, you usually would find that the one you had been waiting for was gone for good.

I wanted to tell you: sit down, have a drink, enjoy the scenery, and then move on. The world belonging to you was right ahead, in the name of happiness.