The boy who longed to run wildly looked back for a moment and saw the girl who had been standing in the long summer for a long time.
I hope you will fly higher and higher, but I hope to be with you even more.
I build utopia. Only in this illusory world can we ride on the same beam of light. I have also participated in your life.
You too
No matter how long the summer is, it will eventually end, and I will always have to get out of the long summer.
Intention: Meet my great electronic butterflies in the world of novels