C115 Waiting to be Born

How many times you wake up, how many times you look back at the moon, My days passed by quietly. I even forgot about the once bustling and bustling world. The silence here could actually heal my heart.

I have never broken the plum blossom. The broken flowers will die early. I hope that the flowers will bloom for a long time.

On this day, I still walked into that Merlin as before