"Shadows Remaining in Memory" (Beautiful and fresh pictures of beautiful women)

In the world of mortals, the flowers will eventually become lonely. The past is like smoke, and I don't know whose lovesickness has fallen away... You see the world through the living past, and the world has its own charm. Learn to be alone and learn to grow up. No longer as willful and ignorant as a child. I no longer lament the rapid passage of time, but miss the beautiful silhouette of a fleeting moment. Sometimes, if the other person keeps dodging the question you ask, it is a tactful way of telling you that it is true. The answer is cruel... True love does not arrive early or late, or more or less, it is you, it is you. I think we are not mature enough to forgive betrayal...