The summer wind shines brightly, and the sweat stains cannot erase the rich mood fragrance. I guess it must be the sweet fragrance of flowers and plants, with a lot of innocence filling the other side of happiness, rising up from the foam bubbles of the sky to reflect the colorful light of diamonds. The world of love is so beautiful that you probably haven't reacted yet.
It is always necessary to settle down for a while, and then find a day that suits the mood of the daze, in a corner full of sunshine, and write down my every mood for you. In the words paved with time, the story of carving is moving, but it is impossible to narrate the secret of love.
You see, is the heat of the summer blossoms paving the way for the longing of autumn? Like every poem you write to me, the fragrance of blooming fills the heart of the whole summer, eagerly looking forward to the golden yellow of autumn announcing the breath of maturity.