When a loving god meets the love of his youth.
That throbbing heart has long been buried under the thick layer of time.
The irrevocable lover was once a prison, trapping the gods in guilt and powerlessness. But the strong steel could not withstand the erosion of time, and the gods were free. The cage called lover has lost its last traces, as if it had never been there.
The deceased stood before me, just as before.
I wanted to buy sweet-scented osmanthus and carry wine with me, but it turned out that it was not the same as a young man traveling.
Intention: budding love
