Life is like a misty fog, which cannot be seen clearly or touched.
At the end of midsummer, with the melodious notes falling, we met in this world. You were the nagging bear beside me, and I was the unlucky snake beside you. At the beginning of warm spring, with the bright colors, we parted in this world, and I began to look for the regret medicine and even the eternal flower. I hope you and I can get together again, until I wake up from the dream and find that everything I touch has turned into little stars and scattered. Until the dream begins again, I know that it is you who comes to find me and accompany me through all the situations in the world.
Concept: Adapted from the author's experience
