On a somewhat restless night between summer and autumn, She placed the flowers in a thick dictionary and carefully pasted them one by one onto her notebook. If you write the names in small letters next to it, it becomes like a plant encyclopedia. Even if it loses its bright colors and dies, its beauty remains the same. It's kind and sad too. It also has a slightly sweet and fragrant hay-like scent.
A mysterious floating feeling in the moonlight. There's a gentleness to it that makes you feel like you're relaxing on a boat. The warmth of a round body that seems to melt. At the same time, the moon also has an expression that evokes a mysterious aspect. A quiet and cold glow like the surface of a stone, At times, the light seems to cut into the deep forest floor. As if accepting everything there is to know.
