They are two people who were pushed into the abyss by fate, each carrying scars that no one else can see, struggling to move forward alone in the darkness.
One is trapped in the haze of the past, sealing off his sincerity layer by layer, and is used to being alone, thinking that he will be accompanied by loneliness for the rest of his life; the other is stuck in the mud of reality, with confusion and cowardice hidden in his eyes, pulling himself repeatedly in the middle of the night when no one is around.
I thought that life would remain silent until fate brought them together.
There is no vigorous beginning, only the temptation of slowly approaching. They see through each other's disguised vulnerability and accept each other's imperfections.
You caught my collapse, and I embraced your embarrassment; you dispelled the chill around me, and I illuminated the fog in front of you.
There are thousands of good medicines in the world, but they cannot cure the stubborn illness in the heart. But the appearance of the other party became each other's only salvation.
From then on, there was companionship in the abyss and light in the long night. They were each other's antidote and hugged each other through every step of the journey.
Intent: A lonely soul is never an island. Scars and tenderness blend together. The company of others is the best way to heal inner wounds.