Love story

Let winds overturning the calendar

Let winds overturn the calendar  OR Winds overturning the calendar

Take me back to an afternoon

It was just a moment

The weather was not particularly sunny either

I didn’t feel any romance at that time

But didn’t stop me from looking into the eyes like a squirrel

People sometimes become very strange

Even the floating willow floss is thought as lovely at times

Now my memories are all about little things

Like a star falling into the deep sea

These are my mental activities when I like you

The small person can also do great things