Perhaps, lend me a beam of light to illuminate the darkness; lend me a smile like spring; lend me a freshness that is not afraid of crushing; lend me bravery and recklessness regardless of tomorrow; lend me silence and silence, regardless of whether I care, ask, speak, or read.
Spring in a small town is always like this
A noisy street market, young men and women and gorgeous mountain flowers.
Every time the fragrance of spring surrounds the mountain town, the sound of young people singing and reading can be heard from the old church in the town, soft or heavy.
So many years later, there were no people praying devoutly in the church in the town and there was no sacrament of marriage. Some are just teenagers kissing each other in the first snow.
The first snow in the mountain city, I wish you well
Intention: If you keep it in mind, there will be a response.