Your back is a landscape that cannot be described. Someone once painted your appearance with colorful flowers, pretending that they had never witnessed the despair seeping into the depths of your soul. It wasn't until the illusory colors were exhausted that I realized that only the night-like darkness interpreted all the memories.
Standing on the edge of light, I was attracted by you and came to the top of the unknown mountain, defying the biting cold wind. I thought you would always be there waiting for me, with a clear and calm smile. I no longer believe in light, but you are regarded by me as the hope waiting for the coming of dawn, and you are the scorching glory in the dark night. I comfort myself, it must be because you are used to looking down and can't bear to look directly at the scarred earth.