Maybe there are too many things happening in the world every day. I fantasize about flying in the clouds and overlooking the world, but I can no longer complete it. Against the light and candle shadow, the green trees are sparse, or it goes round and round.
The spring breeze is tender for ten miles, and the rays of light declare the clarity for thousands of miles. There is no more in the world, soft light enters life.
It was once difficult to find water in the sea, and I became haggard.
Echizen Ryoma, from the age of sixteen to twenty-six, she spent her entire youth on you.
Echizen Ryoma, she has been with you for ten years. She likes you very much.
But
Lu, I will accompany you all the way here. This is the end of liking you.
Big cheers for the author (laughs:-D)