Listen, this world is thundering, and its movements have objective truths. It is so vast and vast, and one day I will go there.
When he said these words, he was still a child, a young man who was still growing up, and his figure had a slight shadow of an adult. The strong wind rolled up his shirt, and his limbs seemed to be lifted up by the force of nature. The words are full of ideals and dreams, kneaded together to form the will and yearning.
He expressed his will to the stars in the sky and turned around to see. The girl on the ground was sitting on the ground casually, hugging her knees. The background was a patchwork of platycodon bushes full of weeds. Her immature face looked up at her, with short hair and narrow eyes, and a peaceful expression. Staring at her, only his eyes transcended her actual age, looking through the past, as if he could guess the signs of the kind of person she would grow into in the future.
Conception: