โPrologueโ โโII. ๅท้; The beautiful girl who loves clouds and tranquillity goes like a beautiful old poem she @cinnannon. The tranquillity that spreads in the veins of the beautiful girl who loves blue. 99โโIX.
๐ค โ {the second chapter released uses the original statement without any manipulation, makes one not believe this beauty}. ๐งท
๐ธ ๏ผ1992. after a long journey, he found a beautiful, wide lake with lots of flowers in the area. he found a beautiful afternoon sky that had an orange to blue color. he walked closer to the lake, he then sat on the edge of the lake with soft and warm grass. he rested while enjoying the lake, but there's no one there? he realized it when he was silent for a moment. it feels very calm if there are no humans here. ื ๐๐๐๐
ึน ๐ฃ ๐ ึบ cool tree with thick and strong branches. who wouldn't be amazed to see this tree? ๐งท
๐ธ ๏ผ1992. without realizing it, he fell asleep for a moment, feeling very sound with a deep sleep. without realizing it, I woke up when pitch black night arrived, when i looked at the clock on my cell phone, it showed 20.00 I don't have much time, I have to go home immediately because night has arrived. but, night has come which makes all the streets dark, I can't see. ๐งท
ื ๐๐๐๐ me and him, who are always together all the time, like to practice reading poetry for school. in the past, it was difficult to express feelings even on a piece of poetry paper. i really liked the unforgettable moments with him at school, which made me feel even more uncomfortable with a sense of deja vu. โฉ
ื ๐๐๐๐ it's more appropriate to leave than to be left behind, it hurts when you open your school memories and there are lots of dusty poems. now he is not mine anymore, he is married to another human being |๐ธ ... / imagine memories of the past in the 90's era, in the past it felt simple and now it is an era of advanced technology. an unrequited love, sent a letter to him but he never got a reply. it hurt to hear that he had moved cities and heard that he was married. \ โ
| a plan to make beautiful poetry ๐งท.. | the poem is written in black ink ๐งท.. | there are a thousand meanings to a piece of poetry ๐งท.. | a beautiful memory that cannot be repeated now ๐งท.. | feelings of regret and guilt, flowers flying with a sprig of thorns ๐งท..
ึน ๐ผ ๐ ึบ we are on the rooftop of a house building, looking at the beautiful evening sky with a piece of paper. reminds me of my childhood memories at school which were beautiful but I also hated. it felt like going back to the bitter past. ื ๐๐๐๐