Whose hands let go of the scorching summer, whose eyes opened and closed with prophecies of light, whose chuckle shook the vast sky, and whose lips curled up to retain a vast ocean.
The pupil is a door that cannot be opened. It can tightly lock the person reflected in its depth in the heart. The wind often leaves no trace because it yearns for freedom, but its breath is everywhere, lingering lightly around everyone who encounters it.
If burning flames are an ancient taboo, in order to become the source of light, you must hold fire in your hands even if you are an enemy of the gods. Sparks leave burn marks on your palms, but you still believe that wherever your fingertips touch, there must be a way out of the cave.
White feathers passed over the clouds, which were the notes dropped by the naughty sky to cover up his little mistakes. He jumped and laughed crazily, covering everything, but did not forget to leave a lush green grassland for his little rabbit.
There is a reflection of the tree on the sparkling water, and the light shines through the dense branches and leaves on the glass. On a sunny day, there are shining elves on your hair, and your sleep is peaceful and sweet at this moment. Time is frozen in a certain shining scene, and after encountering the sound of a bursting pine cone, it begins to surge like a tide.