It was like a dream in summer.
It was like the depth of the ocean, Milky Way in Cosmos, the world after death or the wedding parade of light-emitting creature.
The moonlight would be prevented from providing with visibility and romantic atmosphere to this world in the darkness soon. Japanese pampas grass gave the scene so sophisticated accent of the seasonal beauty.
The clouds were playing the role of lighting staff to weaken and strengthen the moonlight changing the countenances of the scenery on the hillside. Of course, the last performance of the illumination was appealing us so strongly. It would end up this season.
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