Antiquities move in autumn.

When people talk to each other, the scenery rhymes.

Road, road, road, traffic.

The market was packed with people and there were fruits and vegetables everywhere in the sun.

As cooks, they cook, make fires in POTS, smoke, and keep the climate warm.

The chefs wear white and only cook and light fires, which in a modern kitchen is on par with their level of expertise.

The couple went out at night, carrying a yellow umbrella out in the rain.

The couple ran at night, fortifying buildings, then drove away.

Umbrellas flutter in the rain, mysterious lights and a romantic atmosphere cover the streets.

On both sides, the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, the sun is shining, and the petals are in full bloom.

Cherry blossoms, snow and branches are mirrors.

In the dark, in the dark, in fiction.

Streets in the rain, glowing light bulbs, fences, faint sunlight, flickering at dawn.

The city is full of tall buildings.

Rainy days and dark streets, reflections, quiet and mysterious things.

Rather, it's the net on the beach, the sunset, the beach, the flying, the calm sky.