Philodendron

There are creeping grasses in the wild, and the dew is scattered. There is a beautiful person, clear and graceful. We meet each other by chance, just as I wish. There are creeping grasses in the wild, and there is no dew. There is a beautiful person, as graceful as clear air. We meet each other by chance, and we meet each other by chance. He will never forget the skylight that day, the green rice fields and the fine velvet hair on the back of her neck. Little did he know at the time that this would become a shackles that he would never be able to break free from.