About this game
I have a paper plane, It sits on the table in silence.He stands, as if alive, and is waiting for me to lift him up.
I hold a brush in my hands, I draw clouds on a paper plane.
And my paper plane will glide across the sky easily.
So he suddenly rushed up, and I can’t believe it myself.
That it's not me, but my plane flies in the sky easily, easily.
