Remember the city,
If I say I am willing to give up all memories
I just want to keep you in my heart
Then will fate be merciful and not play tricks on you and me?
If I say I'm willing to risk my life
I just want your peace
Then will fate be a little merciful and not grind you and me into powder?
It turns out that my strength is not my strength, and my weakness is not my weakness. Everything about me only exists because of your existence.
Looking back room
Dim lights
No one remembers it.