I can only see the broken leaves scattered all over the alleys, but no one cares about the sycamore tree where the broken leaves originated...
Looking at the story of the vicissitudes of life, no one knows the entanglement behind the story...
Ono's note:
This is an article written based on a dream of Ono Ou~
Yun Lian in the article is herself in the dream = =||||||||||
I am indeed mentally unhealthy = =||||
Intention: