Month by Month

It took thousands of years of hard work to take shape. Chasing light and sun, falling into the world of mortals; It's hard to regret the rotten body and bones, Just wait for the destined person in this life. I want to write a story about the rivers and lakes. Those knights who drink and sing, and enjoy grudges and grudges will always be the most beautiful dream in my heart. It is also a story about a dream. Should you break your wings for love, or move forward alone towards a goal that seems never to be reached? Maybe the end of a dream is something that was thrown away at the beginning...