"The gentle water spray hits the rocks on the shore, and the gentle breeze is mixed with the aroma of cauliflower. And I stand here on the shore, feeling the so-called spring."
"Pfft, do you think you are a poet?"
"... What's wrong? Are you still not allowed to express your emotions?"
Have we seen it before? It feels familiar yet strange. Parting is for reunion. But can we meet again?
Intention: Let yourself come out