I am surprised by every passing by, and I am disappointed by every passing by. I always wonder if there will be a gentle you inside, waiting for me in the blooming season and moonlight. The breeze blew over my shoulders, and the sun shone on the hem of my skirt. You just looked up, and I just looked back. For just a moment, a hundred flowers blooming can't compare to looking at each other. I seem to have been waiting for a thousand years.
Intention: Keep recalling and then keep touching, maybe you are the future