"Did you know I was sent to ascend?"
"Then do you know why you are successful?"
The sun shines through the gaps between the sycamore trees, casting a thick shadow. The wind in June blows on the face, making people unable to open their eyes, and the memory drifts back to the midsummer when the cicadas chirped. At that time, they were young, and they were the arrogant and flamboyant appearance of youth.
The light rain and snow fall on the moon, and the fallen flowers cannot reach the person in front of me.
