Kazuki's Sophora japonica, the sweet smell pierced through the nostrils, waiting for my lads to climb up and take them off.
A turquoise lake, sprinkle steamed bun dregs with a tin can, and then put it in the shallow water to see how the little fish is captured by us unconsciously.
A big tank of water lilies, put black tadpoles, just wait for a moon night, and listen to the night singing.
Also, our endless hideaways and nursery rhymes under the big banyan tree; there are also the darkness of ghost stories and the legend of grandma wolf.
At what moment was it all suddenly lost?
Watching the children in the movie, watching their immature faces and immature thinking. Only the children will be fearless and sincere for all those inexplicable.
I hope that the world always has childlike innocence.
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