Watch the burning shredded paper float

I see, that's not the dance of the fireflies

Midsummer sky, after a downpour

The dark clouds that had been piling up for days were blown away by the cool breeze

Yue'e poked out her handsome face

Only the brightest star is blinking

I drank wine and remembered the similarities and differences between the past and the present

The story of the past is beautiful or not

How would anyone who has no worries mind?

When the raging typhoon and rain removed, a light rain began to fall in my heart

The beautiful woman held up the paper umbrella and quietly slipped into my dream

If you can, you must grasp the most beautiful shot

Let it stay forever - the tenderness of that moment when you look back and smile......