Approaching gently, it is a peaceful dream.
The memories of the green grass in Kusaka swept by the breeze, the stories of spring, are cut by little swallows, and the details are always so clear.
Why are the paths in the forest that I have walked so tender and full of knots?
The lotus blossoms gradually bloom, whispering silently in the gentle breeze, guiding you towards summer.
Waking up from a nap felt like a lifetime ago.
The chirping of cicadas is separated by the bamboo shadows, and the sound of the city is separated by the Tianshui.
Approaching gently, it was a warm smile.
The dew crystal brightened the eyes of dawn, and the morning glow calmed the murmur of the sea.
Leaning lazily against the bamboo window, counting the shadows of the whirling leaves is like counting the stars in the sky. Who has ever counted them?
So imagine the vast starry sky in June.
And the children lying on the wheat straw under the starry sky and counting the stars.
The breeze blows slowly from the lake of heart, and the ripples are just the smiling lips, kissing every inch of life.
Approaching gently, it is a clear feeling.
The water plants caress the running water, the running water caress the pebbles, and the pebbles caress the time.
Time touches our lives quietly.
Only love is like a fish playing in water; only our carefree childhood, days and emotions are like this clear water.
As time goes by, the world of mortals is on the other side of the water, and the so-called beauty is on the other side of the water.
Our lives sink in the deepest water, and what emerges is a pure soul.