Mo Yu thought that he had been waiting all his life and was really lonely. When I was a child, I was waiting for my mother who left home. When I was a teenager, I was waiting for my missing brother. Now I am waiting for an uncertain tomorrow...
The fallen flowers of late spring fell on her body, and she thought that it might not be a good thing if she could be defeated at the end of spring like these fallen flowers, but she still had to wait. She vaguely saw her past. Why was it so long? Maybe she had stopped in the past a long time ago.
The breeze blew, and the begonia trees seemed to be falling, and she was buried here lightly.
Concept: The growth of an emotionally cold goddess