I thought that I had walked many, many roads and kept moving forward without any purpose. I encountered a lot of scenery along the way. Also, holding another person's hand tightly.
It's just a beautiful dream, and I will stay in this dream forever.
I thought that the road ahead would be "a road filled with doubts and doubts", but I didn't expect that it would really be "a village with dark flowers and bright flowers".
There is a kind of mountain road that is so magical.
Like a stagnant heartbeat in the air, there is no sound in the empty valley, but the lingering sound is always moving.
I probably.
Never learn how to despair again.
Because there is no one around me who deserves my despair.
Conception: