Her fingertips are swimming silverbait
Where the tail fin cuts through, there will be ink branch joints
There is a forest on the white water surface
As long as there is wind, it will tear through the bulging sky
I'll see rivers of stars pouring out
The stars in the sky have become the stamens of the forest
Wait until the sun shines tomorrow
The soft silver buds will hatch into an endless sea of flowers
The author has something to say: Maybe it will be updated after the nightmare is over? Because I am afraid that what I write will be different from the original work. [Hands together]
Concept: Some people are lucky just by meeting them