"Speak your wishes to the gods. My child, if you have anything to say, you can talk to the gods. Gods are omnipotent." A gust of east wind blew by, and the old monk in the temple said hoarsely.
"Almighty God, I hope he can embrace me in the spring when the cherry blossoms are blooming. I hope he can hold hands with me in the bright and hot summer. I hope he can walk with me in the bleak autumn. I hope he can kiss me in the cold wind and snow. I hope he can hear my prayer."
The car behind him flew by quickly, bringing with it a short burst of cherry blossom rain. He heard him walking towards him with a smile in the cherry blossom rain, "I heard you, I hug you."
The sun shines on them, and they will accompany each other to all the springs in the future.
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