I walked on the road down the mountain. After we said goodbye, we met each other again and shared our dreams with you several times. This is another unforgettable autumn. The impermanence of the world, the ignorance and willfulness of youth, the sweet and sad past, and the thin and simple years, these have become fragments in my memory and stuck in my chest.
I know that in my dreams in this life, my face will never be complete again.
Conception: