The orange light shines on the cool night, leaning on the table and leaning on the bedside. On autumn nights, there must be a tired and warm book that accompanies people with stories to heal their wounds happily. . .
A story where darkness and light meet. At that crossroads, the orange of fate chose for her to light up the light of her happiness. . .
This is a story where noise and black and white meet. In front of that wall. The photos hanging on the wall told him about the chapters of accumulated love. . .
To all those who are wandering in the dark night of love, I hope this trace of warmth can sneak into your dreams and describe the attachment and attachment to the person you are waiting for in your heart. .