The lush greenery dances in the branches of the old trees, and it turns out that the old days have been wiped away gracefully. Who has not hidden hidden wounds in his years, and who has not hoped to be safe and sound until the end of the world. Just like one wrong move in chess, the whole game will be lost. His mere sight was worth her being locked up in the long axis of time. The backlight and the moon are in the shadow of the flowers. It has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart.