Seven Hours in the Future

Our destinies are completely different, but they are similar. You may be the person in my story. Seven days of life did not bring me fear and regret, but opened up new growth for me. The begonia flowers have not yet finished blooming, and the moonlight casts shadows on the birch forest. The dream returns to the dream road, the love in the dream, and I read the future star at the end of seven o'clock.