C225 I Am Not a Match for You for Three Years Early in School

The distant sun shone on the nearby tall building. It did not pierce through the glass, but was instead thrown onto the ground.

A patch of sunlight, which had lost its original smell, was quietly lying on the ground, looking at the two men.

The wind blew into the distance, intentionally avoiding the two.

The rain-like silver light, the water-like smoke