Creatures that only exist in crystal wind chimes dream of having human emotions.
After the clouds passed, those who loved her, those who loved her, those who hated her, and those who hated her have all become the past.
People can't help but think of the classic sentence in "The Hourglass" [And I will eventually be like a kite with a broken string, flying to the very blue sky.
Note: This article was sent to a friend who was "lovelorn" when he was just in junior high school. But it's not finished yet.
It always looks uncomfortable in the document. Specially shared with comrades.
The type is different from {time} and {flowers blooming} etc. It's pure white writing. To entertain everyone.
If you think it's really ugly, don't throw cabbage leaves and tomatoes at me. Please forgive my naive writing style at that time~