"It's said that humans are made up of star dust. With the Big Bang, the universe expanded and cooled to a state where subatomic particles assembled into atoms. Some say that 93% of the mass in our body is made up of star dust. Though I didn't quite understand what my teacher was saying about such things. My mind simply wandered off and began to question if I am created from star dust. If that's so, the same star dust that's inside me, is that same star dust inside someone else? Stars are quite interesting in my point of view. Apparently some of the stars that we see in that big black blanket of night have already died a billion years ago. I feel like some people are like stars. Even after death they shine so bright and people still look up to them, remembering the kind of person that they were and how much of an impact they were. But what about me? Can I be even compared to a star? Will somebody remember me and still see my light shining even if I have passed? These thoughts scare me but I know the answer in the end. I'm simply no one who was created from star dust. A wandering and lonely soul among billions of people. Nobody will remember me, nobody will think of me as they watch a starry night. In my point of view I'm a lone star. I don't know how I feel about this because I know the answers. I'm simply a person who's body mass is made up of 93% of star dust alone in this mass universe who is given the name Xi Luhan. Someday I'll fade away, no one will remember me. And that's just fine."

"Love is good. It changes people, for better or worse. 

You could look at it as a chance for you to change.

The best kind of love helps you grow up."

“When he shall die,

Take him and cut him out in little stars,