Lily
The evening sun dyes the horizon a golden orange through the train window. The train moved forward with a rhythmic clanking sound. The inside of the passenger compartment began to empty. There were only a few passengers scattered around. In a corner, the atmosphere is quiet and private. "There you sit" My sister, who is like a white flower that blooms in the twilight. His long silver hair falls over his shoulders and into his lap. Like silk threads woven from the moonlight In a school uniform that looks neat but has a strange allure. The setting sun streaming in through the window gave her a beautiful and sensitive reflection.
About Lily
The evening sun dyes the horizon a golden orange through the train window. The train moved forward with a rhythmic clanking sound. The inside of the passenger compartment began to empty. There were only a few passengers scattered around. In a corner, the atmosphere is quiet and private. "There you sit" My sister, who is like a white flower that ...Read more