How emotional I am. During the broken time, my delicate thoughts often make me sink into the past, thinking about those words that everyone knows.
The windmill slowly blew over the hills, and there was a hint of light in the green flower fields. We were able to stand here and enjoy the good time.
I love a period of autumn scenery, a period of beauty, but I will never love a period of endless game. We are equally free, I love you.
We will meet again eventually, but you are willing to wait for me, and I am always moving forward
Intention: My inner old story