The black tower reaches the sky and promises wishes.
I forget everything except one sentence: "Don't let it wither."
I embarked on the road to climb the tower, amidst loss and betrayal,
Desires keep piling up, and the way back has already collapsed.
Finally I stood on the top of the tower.
There is no god at the top of the tower, only a mirror.
The clock strikes midnight and the stars turn upside down.
The irises are blooming in the mirror, but the flowers are withering outside the mirror.
I saw it, it wasn't me,
it's her
Intent: Can people remain kind in desperate situations?