At dawn, the moment when light and darkness alternate, the rose withers, telling who has left. The black wings spread out, falling like night-like feathers. The silver light flickers, reflecting the dazzling golden light. The purple represents judgment, the eternal and forgotten sins in the world, only the sadness remains. The blood red seems calm, but in fact, there are turbulent waves. The smile under the mask, the traveler in time and space whose warmth is no longer the same, sings the ancient ballad, and wait for me to tell the story from the beginning. The palpitations when we met and the sadness when we parted are all brewing quietly in the afternoon sun...