It was my birthday that year and I made a wish. "I hope you will be here every year." I looked at him and said. Everyone was booing and sighing. At this time, the wind blew and blew his slightly longer bangs. He looked at me lightly, "Your wish did not come true." I suddenly felt that we were very far away. We were obviously two or three steps away, but it gave me a sense of distance that I could not catch up with him. Only later did I admit that mountain birds and fish are different.
Purpose: To commemorate the ideal that shined in my youth