In the future, we will grow up individually. In that story of the past, there was sunshine, green trees, and cool mints in the mouth.
The sound of water flowing gurgling in the quiet night, the night sky is dark and sweet, the fragrance of flowers and trees wraps the sense of smell in layers, the room is silent, the starlight outside the window penetrates the sky, and blends softly with everything around it.
Time never stopped, and the heavy rain drenched all my thoughts. As old as Anseong is, those old memories are as old as they are.