The petals swirled in the air with the breeze and gradually moved away. Boys and girls sat on the edge of the cliff and watched it go away. What remains in my heart is the fantasy of the future. There is no killing in their minds, only beautiful longings. However, what they have to face is cruel war...
"The red petals are constantly changing shapes in the wind before our eyes, intertwining with the wishes in our hearts in a simple and beautiful way.
At that time, everything in the dream had already been forgotten. What's more, we don't even know that the sad and bright blood-red color falling into our eyes is looking at another beginning of our lives. "
How much time in a person's life can we explore and start over? I don't know. It is not a sin to want to protect someone, even if you use the wrong method or take the wrong path...
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