A princess, a lady, a mirror-grinding play.
It's slightly cold and snow is flying in the evening. Why do we follow each other?
Year after year passed by just like this, just a person grieving alone.
——But he said that he should not regret in this life.
If you fall in love with someone, then you will remember her delicate eye lines that sway slightly, and her small pear dimples that bloom slightly.
She smiles, you look closely, she cries, you keep her company.
All this is because, I love you, not just words.