At first, you taught me not to know anything but to be cheerful.
She said, if you have no friends, then I will be the first.
Again, you taught me nothing but to keep smiling.
She said, if you don't know how to be strong, then I will help you for the first time.
Later, we changed slightly, and our eyes began to breathe.
Then there are the quiet and gentle corners of the eyes that have passed through some years.
The stumbling memories encountered in the missed time precipitated into reflections under the shadow of the rainbow.
Tears bloom in the summer after the rain.
In fact, we all care about the moment when we pass each other and look back. The world is so close.