We met when we were young and stayed together day and night.
I ran towards him with my sincerity in my hands, but she was hiding her darkness.
Above AUO, after years of pulling and pulling, the tenderness was worn away and the preference was trampled on.
The first snow broke the promise, the journey back turned cold, and in the end there were only bad words and devastation.
The story begins with the chirping of cicadas in midsummer and ends with the endless cold winter.
Mountains and rivers all have their return dates, but I was the only one who couldn't wait for her favor.
Intention: Two-way bonds and regrets in growth, learning to withdraw from consuming relationships, and reconcile with unresponsive heartbeats.