I have been wandering for a long time, always in the sea, gently collecting fragments of time along the way, sorting out all my attachment. You are still the violet in your dream, just because of a wish, I have tried my best to explain the spring sorrow, autumn resentment and romantic rain. A misty rain, a curtain of sorrow, a song of flying flowers and a blank sheet of paper are dedicated to you and me in my past golden years. A beautiful picture unfolds quietly like this, shedding clear, soft and tossing and turning memories.