`→OThe white snow falling from the sky represents my endless longing for you this winter.
One day you will know that the bus runs every 5 minutes and the subway runs every 9 minutes.
And our love only lasts once in this life. _.ぺ
The flower language of dandelions is the sadness of parting.
Since we are destined to miss it, why do we meet?
If life can be reincarnated, time can be turned back
Next life, just the next life!
Let us interlock our fingers and make a promise in the season when dandelions are flying.
Hook your fingers and promise never to break up for the rest of your life.