June used to be far away to me, but now it has become a ruler to measure the past.It seems to let the charm of nature take its course. Without knowing it, everything happens quietly. However, we are caught off guard, leaving us tired of dealing with it.Sentimental words, gathered bit by bit, became this story without knowing what to say.The first weekend in June coincides with the Dragon Boat Festival.For me, going home is a plan to walk after Duku.Because the way home, always
At this moment, it is the Dragon Boat Festival, and I should set foot on the road home. However, it is difficult for me to face the impact from the heart.It's like chewing with relish the fresh grass watered by the blood of their parents on a piece of grass watered by blood, and listening to their guilty voice, they said, "Son, there is only so much we can do."
