I have forgotten the time. I don't know how many years ago, I was standing outside the flower field and saw two children, a boy and a girl, sitting on the steps in front of the house in the wild scenery, facing the sun, quietly weaving garlands.
They spoke to each other with soft and waxy voices. It was a fairy tale world woven from the beautiful and pure dreams of children.
I didn't know what kind of scene it was at the time, but I just felt it was very comfortable. Later, when I got more tasks and read more books, I realized that this was a kind of quiet and warm time.
Intention: I don't know