The Revolution Of Mahjong 2

Good times always quietly slip away in the unnoticed shadows. ... Like water flowing eastward, once it has passed, it can never be retrieved again

The time you can see is right before your eyes, yet you do not realize that it is no longer the time of yesterday. But where exactly has yesterday's time flowed away to from between our fingers?

She is a child of time, yearning for a life where she need not grow up, where she can live in beautiful comics, sweet chocolate, and an endless supply of cola... Sincere friends can always be together without the need for public acknowledgment, while the prince she holds dear in her heart will always watch over her...

Why is it that even such a simple wish cannot be fulfilled? Friends gradually grow up, each pursuing their own ideals. Fragile love seems like raindrops escaping into the soil. From then on, comics no longer seem appealing, chocolate loses its flavor, and the oversized bottle of cola on the bedside gradually becomes a nostalgic song. The unwilling child, not knowing when, transforms into a sleeping beauty forgotten in a lonely castle. From then on, comics no longer seem appealing, chocolate loses its flavor, and the oversized bottle of cola on the bedside gradually becomes a nostalgic song. The unwilling child, not knowing when, transforms into a sleeping beauty forgotten in a lonely castle

With each awakening in the mortal world, she firmly believes it is merely a brief journey; yet in every joyful dream, she asserts that it is her life.

Thus, on every drizzly winter day, or during the scorching summer heat, she awakens, removes her makeup, sips a cup of tea, and with a hint of fragrance, uses her words to describe her dreams