The spring river tide reaches the sea level, and the bright moon rises on the sea.
…
The sea breeze was blowing gently, and the light of the bright moon was reflected in his eyes, and he looked gently towards the deep sea in the distance.
The light from the lighthouse on the sea occasionally dyed his hair.
Sparkling, soft and quiet.
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"Have you seen the sea in spring?" The soft wind gently brushed his eyelashes, just like his smile.
"It's snowing, remember the spring sea..." He always smiled, in the sea breeze and under the bright moon.
But this winter, it no longer snows.
Intention: Live hard and look toward the future