Passing through the spring and autumn of the years, and the journey of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, the fragrance of Begonia flowers floats far and wide. Existing is to no longer betray. A sharp blade like the wind cuts the throats of prisoners of war. You tell me that no one can take anything away from us, but we never refuse anything, just to survive.
As time goes by, I seem to have come across what I was looking for. As if, the dream had already disappeared in front of me. It turns out that all this is just a dream, but what can I say if I can't see it? Please forgive me for my persistence, forgive me for leaving, forgive me for my selfishness, just because, I am who I am.