Looking up at you on the stage, at this moment, you are my god. You looked down at me in the audience, your eyes full of doting. Later, due to various oppressions, you eventually died. I followed your path with tears in my eyes, and I became a new drama god. I no longer have the smile I once had, and I have become what people call a weirdo. I don't know when I saw a person who looked very similar to you. I became friends with him, and it was like we were back in time.
Intention: The one you love cannot stay with you, and all your thoughts have nowhere to go. I can only go up to this stage every day and collect all my thoughts, like a tomb where my thoughts are buried.