The moment the song sounds, the wheel of fate turns.
Complex emotions, immortal bonds.
A girl stood in front of the bright floor-to-ceiling window, with waist-length silver hair hanging behind her and a pair of pure and bright dark red eyes.
Is it love that separates us, or does love become a bondage to each other.
"I once thought that as long as I was really happy, then I could leave without regrets."
"I love you, but why? Hold someone else's hand like a stranger."
"I am incomplete without Shinichi. Even my singing is lonely."
"Some things are destined, just like the love you want, I can no longer give it."
"I will stay with you until the day you don't need me anymore, so don't be lonely, okay?"
"Xiaolan, I'm sorry, I love you."