The Story of Conversion of Special Powers

The morning light bakes the bread with a warm aroma, and the wind carries the gardenias past the window. There are folk songs hidden in the headphones in the subway, and hot soup is on the stove during overtime nights. The children's crayons paint the walls brightly, they can still hold hands when their hair is gray, they count the newly blooming flowers in the alley, and every shining candy in the years.