The evening breeze blows, the lilies of the valley sway, and the moon rises above the branches.
I wrote poems about my thoughts for 365 days, and told them to the wind on the seashore in a few words.
I have thought about life for a long time.
There is the evening newspaper at the entrance of the small town, the flowers that send my thoughts every month, the sound of street vendors selling their goods, the sea breeze blowing under the starry sky every night, and the sound of the waves.
After the lily of the valley bloomed, it changed into new leaves, and the cherry tree in the courtyard welcomed another blooming tree.
There are still 365 days until the country returns you to me.
I think about it so much.
——·Fantasy poems in the years·——
Intention: In a short time, I wish each other to be well
