One day, in a dream, I dreamed of a place in the moonlight

Your shadow hovers around me

I miss the moment when I think of flowers and tears

disappears before your eyes before you know it

The flowers are flying, but the tears are lingering

Dodge the candlelight on that deserted corner

The moment when I couldn't catch it in the dream

Does anyone know where you met it, picked up and stroked the noodles

Moonlight reflects the side face on the surface of the lake

You seem to be reflected in my mind

Gently see the tears in your eyes, and the wind has formed a line

Ah, I hope your tears tell that your heart has always been worried

Ah, how I wish your tears would turn into flowers and accompany her

The petals fly into a painting, tears are caring, and butterflies are conveying

Tell the little bit of the dream

The heart is so close, and the dream lingers on the horizon of the cape

One day, in a dream, I dreamed of a place in the moonlight

Your shadow hovers around me

I miss the moment when I think of flowers and tears

disappears before your eyes before you know it

One day you will appear in my dreams and will not be able to see

The petals of your heart's endless thoughts loom in the background

I'm afraid to slowly approach that moment

But the flowers were scattered and disappeared

The flowers are flying, but the tears are lingering

Ah, I hope your tears tell that your heart has always been worried

Ah, how I wish your tears would turn into flowers and accompany her

Petals are spelled together, tears are in pain, butterflies are dancing

Dancing with the dots of dreams

The heart is so close, and the dream lingers on the horizon of the cape

One day you will appear in my dreams and will not be able to see

The petals of your heart's endless thoughts loom in the background

I'm afraid to slowly approach that moment

But the flowers were scattered and disappeared

The flowers are flying, but the tears are lingering

Flowers dance, flowers cry, tears, petals, flowers, flowers, thank you

For you, you can't help yourself, give up memories for you, teardrops, petals are flying, where is your heart

The flowers are flying and asking if my mind is in mind

One day, in a dream, I dreamed of a place in the moonlight

Your shadow lingers and is buried by the sea of flowers

But at the moment when the tears spilled traces

And before I knew it, it appeared in front of my eyes

One day the truth shattered the lie

I'd rather not believe it

I believe that your appearance is not accidental

I'll be afraid of the night without you

Hanging in the air and unwilling to break this thought

One day, in a dream, I dreamed of a place in the moonlight

Your shadow hovers around me

The moment I miss the flowers and tears disappears in front of your eyes unconsciously

One day you will appear in my dreams and will not be able to see

The petals of your heart's endless thoughts loom in the background

I would be afraid to approach the moment slowly, but the flowers will be scattered and gone

The flowers are flying, but the tears are lingering

Flowers are flying, but tears are flowing into threads

The ethereal and illusory song resounded on the endless prairie, like a sound descending from the nine heavens, as if penetrating the body, floating in the depths of everyone's soul, and shaking people's hearts.

A figure like a cloud of smoke, standing ethereal on the empty ground, her long light green hair fluttering gently with the wind, her white dress floating in the air, she stood there as if there was nothing else in heaven and earth, only the dreamy figure that seemed to be floating away with the wind at any time.

The birds are chirping, as if to express their pleasure and intoxication, and the beautiful flowers are gently swaying in the breeze, as if they are dancing to the sound of the sky.

The grass that covered the ground quickly faded its bright color with the change of seasons, leaving only a piece of withered yellow, lonely and full of desolation.

Now he is not lonely in the company of this beautiful singing.

"Queen Mother, it's so good, we still have to listen to it. As the singing fell completely, the two figures, one big and one small, approached quickly, and before they could clearly see their faces, they heard a slightly immature voice cheering happily.

"The Queen Mother. After the two of them had fully walked to the figure's side, another larger figure whispered with a face on his face.

"You're here, how nice it sounds. Gnavier looked at the two of them who still had some beads of sweat on their foreheads, touched the golden hair of the rain eyes, and said with a chuckle.

"Well, it sounds good, and I want it too. Rain eyes rubbed Gnavier's hand with her little head with a little enjoyment, and before she could speak, she was preempted by Mordred, who was muttering and sullen on the side.

"Hehe, what's the matter, why is Elena angry?" said Gniveville with a smile as she looked at Mordred's pouting little mouth.

Elena is a name that Leah chose for Mordred, similar to Leah, who is called Mordred externally, while Gnavier and Raineye call her Elena.

This is also to satisfy Gnavel's love for her children as a mother, after all, Mordred is a daughter like Leah, but she has to take on the future of Britain, for the heir of a country, especially in the current era of feudalism, it is impossible to let a woman be the king of a country, which must make Mordred appear as a man like Leah.

But this is also a bit too cruel, after all, this is tantamount to depriving Mordred of all the rights due to her as a girl, and how could Gnavier, as a mother, want to see her child without a normal life?

But there is no way, Mordred as King Arthur's child, this is the fate she must endure, a fate that cannot be escaped.

Perhaps, letting her have a girl's name like Leah would be a trivial comfort to Gnavelle and her.

"Hmph......" Mordred still pouted, her little head tilted, and her face was full of words that I was angry.

"What's the matter, why is our little Elena angry?" asked Gniveville with a slight smile as she looked at Mordred.

"Tsundere......" Yuyan glanced at Mordred lightly, and opened her mouth unconcernedly.

"Sister Yuyan, you ......" Mordred heard Yuyan's words, and looked at Yuyan angrily, but he didn't know what to say.

"Isn't it?"

"Sister Yuyan, you are bullying me again. Queen Mother, look at her, she bullied me again. Mordred pouted, threw herself into Gnavele's arms with tears in her eyes, and choked up.

"Hmph, crybaby. Seeing Mordred's appearance, Rain Eyes said lightly again.

"You...... Queen Mother, look at her, she always bullies me like this. Mordred's little face turned pale when she heard this, and she looked at Gnevelle pitifully and complained.

"Okay, okay, Yuyan, how can you be a sister who bullies Mordred like this?" Hearing this, Gnavier touched Yuyan's little head and whispered.

"Hmph, the queen mother, you are partial to Sister Yuyan. Seeing Gnavel's movements, Mordred snorted again.

"......" Hearing this, Gnavier couldn't figure out how she was biased in Mordred's eyes, "Why am I biased?

"You touched Sister Yuyan's head, but you didn't touch me, and you still say that you are not partial?" Mordred said dissatisfiedly, pouting.

"Childish ......," Rain Eyes said again when she heard this, but it made Mordred angry.

"You ......"