What kind of faith exists in the heart so that it can only face the black soil and the sun throughout its life?
If I hadn't seen you, I would have lowered my head and would rather just stare at the dark and poor soil.
If you appear, I will raise my head and chase your ups and downs.
The flower language of sunflowers is silent love.
Dear, if I say, everything can be done again,
So, will the ending of the story change?