I often think of that spring, when I used a paper cup to convey sounds, mistook a kite for a swallow, climbed a tree to save the neighbor's kitten, and of course, the path illuminated by the moonlight, and you singing beside the willow tree.
At that time, we all thought that the future was perfect in our dreams. In fact, it seemed that it was, and it seemed that it was not. We were only half successful. Half of them have realized their dreams, and half of them have gradually turned into boring adults on the way to realizing their dreams, into puppets on strings in performances, and into the ever-stop rotating merry-go-round in the amusement park.
But I am lucky to be with you all the time. Every agreement is only an agreement between you and me. Every time you laugh, every time you talk all night long, it may only be proved by your heart beating more and more every time. I belong to you. It belongs only to you.
The secrets hidden deep in my heart, and the sound of wind on the beach at night.
Listen, there is not only the sea breeze, but also the voice that was not conveyed when the paper cup was broken.
Let my love turn into the wind and pass it on to you for me
Intention: Two-way redemption