When the spring cherry blossoms fall on my shoulders, those unspoken throbs follow.
The magnolia stretches out, thinking that the eternal flowering period will hang on the branches forever
head.
The midsummer showers hit the green tiles, as hot as if they would never set.
The sun is burning with the heat in each other's eyes.
In late autumn, when ginkgo leaves cover the long street, they watch the dead leaves shrink for several years.
Wheel, but I don't know that at the end of this side-by-side stroll, there is the first scene hidden
Early frost.
The white mist from the winter snow condensed into frost on the glass windows. When a piece
When the snowflake fell into Wen Yu's hand, he finally understood the nature of their love for each other.
It is the old handwriting copied by fate, repeated over and over again in the cycle of seasons.
Act.
Purpose: redemption
