In the dream, I don't know who I am as a guest, so who can talk alone into the dusk.
Since we grow up in this turbulent era, we are destined not to live alone and be born innocent. Invisible threads are countless, binding my hands and feet, and scratching my heart... Forgive me for giving up, please forgive me for compromising. Those beautiful things like summer flowers were severely thrown to my feet, scattered like ashes, and buried in dust. Forget me... The sky is high and the sea is vast, we will never meet again. Perhaps, - this is our best ending...
In the independent cold autumn, the blue river is like a train, the frosty sky is endless, and it is lonely and empty.
Those children in the world with their bright red makeup and cheerful smiles will one day grow old.
When you look back on the way you came, can you still see the bright moon and the oath?