The river is flowing, and the night is turbulent.
The first time I escaped, I was on the back of a bicycle.
The person in front of her had long flowing hair, moving in the same direction as the wind, gently caressing her cheek.
The clouds travel thousands of miles, the begonia flowers bloom, and the road leads to the south and the sea.
She suddenly remembered a word.
"The Red Line" by Akko.
"The sky and the earth are far away, the hair becomes a red thread, and all the spring breeze and you are condensed into a moment."
Purpose: Respect destiny