She wore a group of light blue, the breeze raised her skirt, her long hair also fluttered, I can even see her hair in the wind showed a trace of arc. At this moment, I seem to have practised the golden eyes of fire. I see which bright eyes of her shine like the brightest stars in the night sky. She pouts her mouth slightly, as if many things had not been a big deal. Her skin is white as if she had just soaked milk. Although she is not the most beautiful woman in the world, she is the one I love very much. And now she's standing alone....