Fallen flowers
little girl
I don't know how high the sky is and how high it is
Neither human nor immortal
Don't love, love
Chaos
She looks cold-blooded but loves her deeply
Looks like hip-hop but protects her
Looks like true love but abandons her
In the misty rain, his hand in hand with her, and the vow to "hold your hand and grow old together" spread out bit by bit.