In the year of the heavy snow, my family broke down and you adopted me, respecting you as my adopted father. But I have regretted it since I was 17 years old. Can I really just be my adoptive father... Can't I be closer...
Drunk, the flowers are as fragrant as snow, and I read people in Hasu in the early morning...
Concept: green lotus, wavy water, cold pines, deep and straight green