The sky seemed to have been washed by water, with a light blue color without any stains, and white clouds swimming around.
This is how it is in the fairy tale world. .
Unfortunately, there are no fairy tales in reality.
We are not princes and princesses, nor are there evil witches and kind dwarves.
But, I hope we can have a fairy tale ending.
The sky and the earth in the distance are very close.
The white clouds turned into ears, and I stood there on tiptoe.
Say softly into this ear: "..."
Whispers cannot be heard in the noisy streets. . . . . .