Blonde maid in the corner of the corner.
In the corner of time, there is a blonde maid who sits quietly by an ancient wall. Her double ponytail, like a summer breeze, swayed gently with a golden poetry. Youth.
In the corner, there is a blonde maid with two ponytails, sitting quietly in the corner of the years. Her outfit was quaint, as if she had stepped back in time, back to the old days. The maid costume seems to be a picture scroll of history, telling the traces of time page by page. On the wall, many posters tell different stories, some romantic, some passionate, and some contemplative.
The posters on the wall are like fragments of time, recording the glory and dreams of the past. They are the testimony of the years and the sustenance of dreams. They form a unique picture with the maid, as if they are witnesses of history.
The posters, some colorful, some black and white, seemed to whisper and sing. Some of those posters are colorful, some are intertwined in black and white.
They whisper in silence, evoking memories and longings deep in people's hearts.
The maid's eyes are like the water of an autumn lake, quiet and deep. Each picture is like a poem, telling the story of the past. She looked ahead, her eyes glinting with hope for the future. And this maid is a witness to those stories, and her eyes are full of depth and wisdom. Perhaps, she is waiting for the person who can read her story to uncover that forgotten history and find the lost dream.
In the corner, she seemed to be the silent watchman, waiting for something. Maybe it's waiting for the precipitation of the years, or maybe it's waiting for the echo of history. And at all times, she maintained that elegance and calmness, as if to say: "Time flies, and I will be here, forever." ”