[Sentimental direct attack × Sensitive lack of love]
It was spring and the sky was sunny, he remembered it clearly.
He protected him like a kitten,
It protected him for five whole springs, summers, autumns and winters.
Until that car accident.
Fate is like a gust of wind, it blows away and dissipates, leaving no room for recovery.
Fate, however, turned the fate that should have turned into dust into dust, but was quietly picked up by the years at an inadvertent moment, and re-woven into a web connecting each other.
Intention: Some separations are for us to grow up in our own worlds and meet again in a better way.
