Picking up the dancing shoes that slipped down the steps,
Spread out the fluffy and shiny black hair,
Pulling on the white skirt,
Show your ankles.
Running freely in the wilderness,
Breathe the wind that hits you...
Bend down,
Listen carefully to the humming low tone of the bell not far away,
this season
The most beautiful clouds
The most melancholy thing is the fallen leaves,
The most beautiful thing is the sound of the stream.
What I miss most is the years.
...
Put aside the past
...
Let's do it together...
Marry happily