Later she changed her last name to half of its original name. As the wind roared, the moon, like a dead leaf, stopped swaying in the sky and faded from the dream. The cool light like water recedes in every dark night, no longer holding up the silver frost in the forest at night. Only the wind, the endless wind, emerges from the memory and kisses every branch vigorously.
Concept: Because spring belongs to us, those indescribable desires sprout from the lips and eyes so absurdly and unscrupulously, covering every piece of wilderness turbulently.