I saw a warm smiling face like a flower.
The bright sunshine shines into the warm heart again.
This warm effort, the splendid scenery of the four seasons.
Just like the rain and snow in the sky melted the earth ... the earth.
The sturdy bag is once again full of the fantasy of spring.
The ideal sunshine shines on the strange fragrance of the journey.
This silent effort is full of romantic memories.
Like fireworks melting the sky, the sky. . .
Pull. . Pull
That's an unchanging memory in my attachment.
Is there a wind blowing on a cold night?
That's the unchanging memory I'm looking for.
Is there a wind blowing in the lonely night?