Happy ending
A time, a dilemma
A kind of confusion, repeated many times
Who picked up the forgotten memories?
Who sewed up the lost eyes?
Rendering of life, determined revolutionary
That is the return of death, but there are still people going there
Twenty-seven is the deadline
The false world, the truth seventeen years ago, and the unique coming-of-age ceremony
Can the eyes given by God see clearly for me?
