Like the vehicle the time of us never waiting for anyone.

I always looking for the spring passed gently from the side of TAI lake.

Therefor, when a butterfly around flower that just opening it’s smil face.

Samely, when the last leave falling down from high tip of the tree that under the blue sky.

The time passed is not along.

When every trees is drop out them all leavies.

Then the first sheet of snow always dropping on my hands.

From this everything later, the nexst spring will coming back infront of our hometowns.