A seedling was once planted in my heart. I earnestly hoped that it would grow up, but things always went against my wishes. The leaves were sparse and scattered. I turned into a gust of wind and drifted away——
Until I encountered the blown stars and the rain, and the square pond made of accumulated water - there were lotuses blooming in it.
Yes, I am the origin of the wind in this world and the beginning of all things in the universe. Because I am too bored, I begin to want to go to this world to experience the fullness, the pain, the joy, and the devastation.
The summer heat in Star City is still the same in September, and the chirping of cicadas has only slightly subsided, but the apricot leaves in Xinhuadu have begun to change into golden coats.
The apricot fruit is about to ripen, the leaves have not changed, the wind is blowing and the warm rain nourishes the tree.
When the wind blows through the river, will it cause ripples? Will apricots that fall into the river sprout? Will the sincerity he entrusted him with can be exchanged for sincerity? It's a pity, it's a pity, the wind can't move the frozen water, and the apricots that lack oxygen will eventually rot. I really lost my heart in the end.
Intention: Don't give up the one who loves you for the illusion of fantasy