Memories, memories - it seems that the hasty farewell can only be filled with endless memories.
It wasn't until I went out for dinner that I walked around. At sunset, the shadows of dusk leaned across the cracks in the uneven floors. I stopped in front of the porch with ivy hanging down, and faintly heard the laughter of the children. My mind was confused, and the pictures from a few years ago reappeared.
The lively skylight and cloud shadows in the past are still there, but the past that had no time to pass has turned into hazy shadows, which are somewhat unclear...
I struggled in the woven illusion, and the faint blue was about to swallow me up. In panic, I saw the fairy tale from the past. I reached out and touched it, thinking that the other shore made of foam was in heaven, but it fell down and landed on the ground. Obviously the fairy tale has no sadness.
Purpose: True love comes first