I fall asleep happily just because of your confession at dusk.
When I opened my eyes, I was already in a strange world.
When I look back, I don't see your familiar red hair,
I no longer hear your angry voice in my ears.
The world without you will no longer have value.
In order not to give up on the past that seems to have passed away,
Pick up the pen and in that strange world,
Write down my thoughts about you one stroke at a time.
I hope that when I open my eyes again, can I go back to the past?
The past that has not passed away.
It will never be passed off!
Conception: