What is seen is not seen.
The summer wind blew gently and disappeared in an instant,
What is remembered is forgotten.
Only the blurred tree shadows shaking slightly on the ground were left...
Remember, will it never disappear?
I guard dreams as fragile as bubbles,
Happiness has just begun, but sadness is already lurking.
She met him, she met them... Bringing gentle and beautiful light to her dark life.
What is invisible is seen.
The summer wind blows gently, and the leaves on the grass are fluttering.
What is forgotten is remembered.
The dark clouds gradually dispersed, and a soft moonlight fell in front of the window...