ancient spell

The patchwork of words is like that of the Taoist priest...
Every encounter is a practice
Every encounter is a practice

The patchwork of words is like that of the Taoist priest...

Running in the footsteps of childhood, there is a leisurely sound next to me...

An old wound that is unforgettable hurts again...

The swaying boat slipped away leisurely...

The cold sky, the cold clouds, the cold sea water impact...

I like that kind of lightness that is just for me...
Unknowingly, I fell into a sentimental world...

The scene of the whole year is vivid in my mind...

I still remember it all! past past love…

Do you remember? The river has been flowing for a long time today...