The breeze blew by, mixed with the fragrance of grass and gardenia. He stared at the ball flying from here to there, gradually converging into a point. A small pink butterfly flew in front of his eyes, and his sight was drawn to another point. The sunlight circled around this pleasant afternoon, and in the depths of the halo, he saw a girl. She raised her head and closed her eyes. The light and shadow on her long eyelashes seemed to be a painting, and she was the only one in the painting. He thought of the impassioned girl who didn't want to have an affair with him. At that time, she was also like a painting, with a fleeting flash of light cutting through the mess with a quick knife, and a burst of quick movements that made him messy.
Intention: You are the brightest star in the sky