[Art Picture Language] 2022.06.17 Night Elf No Man

Countless moments of confusion, I looked up at him, he never promised me. He was just always there, his language was the breeze, the stars, the changing shape and position of the moon. Tonight I make a wish, and the same will be true tomorrow night, the night elves live in my heart and will quietly listen in secret. Ah, the elf of the night. .