The sun, moon and stars shine brightly on the flowers.
He swore an oath in the temple, and her eyes looked at him with tenderness.
When everyone looks at each other, the color of the world is like dust.
Seven years have passed.
Temples decay, old friends fly away like dust.
He said that no matter how many times it happens, the ending will still be the same.
Do you regret it?
No regrets.
Purpose: Change the view of the subjective world