In fact, a long time ago, something that had become a habit was silently sprouting.
Maybe, tomorrow you will suddenly lose everything you have, and today, you are still complaining.
When everything is scattered everywhere with the passage of time, the flowers in my heart have withered and changed color.
It seems that at some point a long time ago, everything was doomed. No matter how hard you struggle or how tired you are, you can't change it.
Only the beautiful shadows remain in the memories, but in the passing years, the shadows of trees mottle the memories.