The fallen flowers scattered with the wind, the evening breeze ruffled the green shirt, and butterflies danced gracefully beside the quiet lotus pond.
The stars are changing, and the world of mortals is chaotic.
Looking back, I also held hands and enjoyed the blooming flowers together.
A hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye, and the years have passed by, and when will the old friend return to me in my dreams?
As half of my life goes by, whoever changes the fleeting years or makes the time dim?
I just sighed three times and my dream ended...