I want to be like white clouds that can drift with the wind,
Time passes by, years of hesitation...
Let the years gradually peel off the red clothes,
All that is left is the desolation and mottled appearance.
In that flowing season,
Have you ever felt the length of time;
In that moment of youth,
Have you ever been wanton and frivolous?
Regardless of the scars and blood stains all over his body,
Determined to chase those blurry wisps of blue light...
Time flies like an arrow, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle, and the years chase us, running non-stop.
Can the many real scars left behind in those years passed by be swallowed up by time?
In that silvery world, find your way back and start again.
In fact, there are some inevitable things that a girl with a slight violence factor, an occasional pseudo-facial paralysis, an occasional cunning, and an occasional rant with some natural cuteness will have to do with the princes when she grows up...
This article is slow to gain popularity and may be updated erratically, but it will never be a trap.