I thought this indescribable beauty of time was enchanting.
A moment is enchanting, always unpredictable, always unexpected, always surprising, always shocking. It is a stunning corner in an ordinary street scene. It is carelessly touched with a raised hand, and there is a subtle fragrance filling the sleeves.
It's like longing is lingering in life, and passion is solidified in the bottom of my heart. No matter how time passes, events disappear. Your mood is misty and your behavior is ordinary, but it is still - it rises when you hear the wind and melts when it encounters water. You can't stop its sudden grace and beauty. The so-called heart that never grows old is just like this, always thriving, naughty and mischievous, just like youth.
This is why people can smile happily in trivial situations, feeling helpless and secretly happy. It's a daydream, a long night's heart, not talking to anyone, just being enchanting.