You are the dormant thunder, the surging water under the thin ice, the ape mixed with the fragrance of green grass, you are the beginning of the new year, the longer and longer days, and the more and more dazzling sunshine. It turns out I don't like Haru Sakura.
The end should be in the summer, the summer I hate most, the dazzling sunshine, the sultry air, the heavy rain, the moisture mixed with dust. I hate the strong smell of roses, it is so unreal, I am about to suffocate. I obviously don't like drinking, I like drinking tea, and I will never get used to matcha.
My favorite autumn is fleeting. The leaves are still green when they fall to the ground. The moon is bright. I only wear a pair of pants and two clothes. They are spacious and spacious. I lick the blood from my chapped lips. The sun shines in the west. The smell of citrus on the tip of my nose is greasy. My breath turns into mist. The sky is gray or white. Winter is finally here.
Concept: Spring × Summer, Autumn × Winter