Do you believe in fairy tales?
Oh, you believe it, don't shake your head. It's just not now, when you are still very young, you are caught in the human shell from the lush grass, and you reluctantly drink the last sip of hot milk at the warm table. When you crawl into bed with a grumble, under the dim light, wait for a pair of hands to pat you gently, and a voice that will echo throughout your life slowly tell a story that you are destined to forget.
Before the story, the beginning...
Intention: Through the grave, I go to meet your soul
