Brilliant and passionate, that is the color of the sunflower, radiating vitality and hope, composing a song of enthusiasm and wild abandon., Sunflower
"It's so beautiful..."
"Do you like the gift I gave you?"
"I love it, more than anything!"
"You'll never hate sunflowers, will you?"
"No, never."
I wish I could look at sunflowers forever.
Crystal clear and radiant, that is the color of snow. Choosing death, falling into silence, time settling, vanishing without a trace., Snow
"Snow is beautiful, isn't it?"
"You know, I don't dislike snow."
"Do you still like snow?"
"Enough!!!"
"I... I hate snow!"
"...Then... do you still love me?"
I wish I could see the snow that belongs only to me one more time.
That was my past, Ai Yin
That is my future, Nian Xinyao
When the snowflakes touch the ground, time stays frozen in that moment
Two different worlds, two different girls: what kind of story will they write?
Updating again in three years
A note from July 2012
