The distant singing in the wind, the young each other under the cherry blossom tree, and the tiny thoughts drifting away with the river. Using time as a matchmaker and using passion to bloom the future, this is a story about youth and a story about dreams.
There are trees on the mountain, and the trees have branches. Do you know that my heart is happy for you?
[This article is not a Mary Sue, a noob, a thunderbolt, or a golden finger. The style of writing is not gorgeous, not ups and downs, and is not a love affair. Although I know that this type of article will not be popular, I still persevere because of my stubbornness. This article is slow-burning, light, and should not be read by those with heavy tastes.