They were dependent on each other when they were young, they sparkled under the mercury lamp when they were teenagers, and when they were about to become adults, they experienced an inexplicable time-travel.
Life is as gorgeous as summer flowers, and death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves.
Death is both the end and the beginning.
A premeditated death, a journey through unexpected fate.
Fate and youth, pain and sweetness, past life and present life, life and death. The cutting is constant, the reasoning is still messy, and the entanglement is as endless as life and death.