Life is just a huge garden dream.
This small garden locks up your and my youth.
After all, he couldn't escape it. Before he could bloom into a dazzling style, he was already withering away.
Between the fingers, the wisps of light reflected, is it a young woman with a thin coat of pink and white, or a ferocious-faced Rakshasa?
Beauty is fleeting, beauty is gone.
There is no way to avoid it, every game leads to a grave.
Can't escape, can't leave, can't love, can't forget.
After all, it was a dream come true that we were out in the garden, and our grand appearance only came to a sad end.
Who still remembers that moment of youth when flowers fell to the ground and I was the only one to catch a glimpse of spring?
Alright everyone! ~
Zuo is back! @~
I hope everyone will remember me even though I have an update. Isn't it a bit greedy?