This time, I didn't cry. My heart gradually returned to calm like the ripples on the pond.
After a long time, he turned around. It is a smiling face that is as warm as the spring breeze in March, but it is not worrying.
He said, this is the fate you must go through. Now that you are gone, how about cultivating immortality?
No. I answered as always, his face painted like a spring flower in March.
The sky is filled with clouds and clouds.
This feeling can be remembered,
It was just that I was at a loss at that time.
Conception: