Some people say: Life is a dream with wings.
Reminiscing about meeting each other, in front of the flowers and under the moon, the figures are wandering.
——Beautiful young lady, I teach Kuroba Kaito, please tell me your surname.
——My name is Zhongli, maybe you can call me Mo Xi. It's been 13 years since we met again.
Thoughts of separation, mist and mist, heartbreak.
——You shameless woman, when did I allow you to leave, eh?
——Haha, my freedom, why do you care about me?
A dream, like flowers in the mirror, eyes filled with tears.
——Xier, I am a narcissistic daffodil. I only admire myself and never consider your feelings. In the next life, don't meet me...
——Since you consider my feelings, just stick to it and don't give up...
Thoughts and dreams are empty, people are separated and sent away, and the glass dream ends.
——Unexpectedly, I am the mastermind behind everything. Pick up your gun and kill me, Kaito or Kidd.
——Bang...
One inch of heart, one inch of dream, one inch of heart,
Dreams have broken wings and become empty...