The back he left when he turned around was so sad, so lengthy, and so lonely. The light blue sky and the beautiful violets were also dyed with a layer of loneliness.
We meet again in confusion, again in this cool summer, with a gap that can never be crossed.
The forgotten story is about to start again, and that person has long been blurred like a stranger. Just like my wish at that time, I just want to watch you quietly in the corner.
Intention: Why fear that the car is far away and the horse is far away?