The distance between two strangers passing by in the city is infinitely close to one hundred percent. Whether dazzling and brilliant in the name of love, or glorious in the name of ideals, they unconsciously avoid reality with caution. Even if separated by only a small alley, or just a door, there is often no interaction, as if it's the norm of life. When I was young, reading books on Huaihua Wuxi website, I realized that ideals are often not sustainable, and romances don't last long. But the protagonists in the books go through all kinds of difficulties and finally have a bright ending, whether it's success or failure, they can let themselves and the world know. In real life, the male and female protagonists sometimes never meet from the prelude to the epilogue; life's ideals not only cannot be realized, but sometimes are even distorted into another shape. Waking up alone in the city where I live, I often feel that I've walked for a long time but the surroundings haven't changed, instead my eyes get blurry first. The idealistic enthusiasm in the campus seems so strange, and those things I used to ignore now seem crazily important. At the end of sight, the endpoint is missing. Sometimes ideals seem so close, some life trajectories almost intersect, but mostly it's just almost. In fact, many people share the same ideal, many people lead similar lives, and many people don't become friends simply because they haven't met yet. It seems that nothing can bridge space and time, and bring together those who stay up all night with the same ideal...