The story is not over, it goes on forever.
The old days were as gorgeous and beautiful as summer flowers, but they only lived in the past.
When the joy of summer flowers has passed, even the hourglass of time cannot save it.
The light of midsummer is lost in the starry sky, and the dim light of early autumn is brilliant.
When old days become joy, you are a miracle.
Intention: Love in heart, light in life
