The breeze is swaying, under the country of cherry blossoms, listening to the equator and the North Pole, walking in the red rain, and enjoying the nature of the Norwegian forest. The falling petals are like love that travels through time and space, flying, rotating, and swaying in the air, and finally the dust settles. On the path of the underworld, there is a lonely shadow, reaching out to hold the sky, thinking about using its wings to find true love. At the foot of Mount Fuji, there is a mixture of snow and tears, filled with sand in a bottle, praying that the last smile will be mine. A few points occupy the test of love, sharing a rainbow smile in the sea of love; the brilliance in the fireworks belongs to the world of two people; exclusive angels are their nicknames. There is no need to make a show for the angels, and there is no need to worry about right and wrong. Rumors are not terrible, because endless love will drive away the darkness!