There is always a kind of flower, and before you even think of it, its fragrance will float in front of you from street to street. When you think about it, oh, spring is here.
There is always a feeling that before you realize it, the thoughts will fill your chest day by day. When you come back to your senses, hey, it is already parting.
The stories in the Wordless Book are always destined to end before they even begin.
You said: The rise of every civilization is destined to perish.
You said: Every emotion is born just to be forgotten.
I only remember the moment when you were transformed, the wind and snow followed the dragon.