Now, after many years, I still wander outside my Cherry Orchard, looking at the green and crimson inside from time to time.. Because, in the first love of inside, Cherry Orchard, there are my memories that are more precious than the yellowed old photos. If I accidentally turn up the warmth inside, I will always think of some happy and flawless times.. However, will you remember me as I remember you, and also treat the day when I was there as a small warmth and talk to others about a little girl wearing strawberry hairpins who used to use canna as grass, pink petals as bookmarks, and the ideal country of gold on paper .
First love is a fairy tale dream of inside. It is very small, but I remember it.