Please allow me to settle the dust and bury the past with silence. I came from the sea covered with wind and rain and lived in seclusion in this desert.
Things that should be hidden are always clear. Thousands of words can only make you speechless. Love is a superstition about the right time and place. It turns out you are here too.
For many years, we have been asking, what is love? Is it struggle, mastery, escape, or fate?
Destiny has no regrets, and we are left with only a trace of happiness and sorrow. Despite this, we still break out of the siege of love and cannot find the answer.
Intention: