The little things of the soul, the little things that you don't want to let fade away with time.
In the past, being willing to eat ice cream in winter was always so inappropriate.
Similar to a diary but different.
Do you and I have similar or opposite thoughts?
Perhaps, it will be like a white rose stained with blood that turns into a red rose, turning into a crimson color that cannot be erased by the blue enchantress's genes. The rose reborn in Nirvana wishes to resonate with the earth.