The undulating music, the continuous heavy snow in Iceland, and the baton waved by the conductor, together push this mime called secret love to a climax. The world-weary artist, the rational secret admirer, you are each other's muse, and it is also a butterfly change called rebirth. The muse that the artist has spent his whole life looking for is right in front of him, and the secret admirer is suffering. The butterfly you are pursuing stops at your fingertips. Please give the secret admirer time to emerge from the sea of suffering, and give the world-weary the courage to live. Don't care about the rainy winter night. Human life is already rainy. Please give the people in love some time, and give the timid the freedom to pursue true love. We will meet again in the second cosmic explosion.
Intention: Winter will come again and again, and people who should meet will always meet. So we don't have to worry about regrets all the time, but we have to learn to look forward to them. — "Klingsor's Last Summer"