Chapter 21 the withered flowers
your life is spring
Why did I see the face of Frost Leaf
Just because of that beautiful mirror
broke
your nostalgia is deep
Lingering for a long time next to the dream
since stretch out your hands
I can't even hold the moon in the water
So let yesterday be a memory
also become a commemoration
There is not only one life
colorful
the withered flowers
— not spring