The heart is broken, turned into fragments, and hurts deeply. Only love and affection can slowly relieve it.
The dream was shattered, torn apart deeply by me, like a piece of cloth fluttering in the wind, sealing the beautiful memories.
My world does not need dreams, my dreams belong to heaven.
Life is long and short.
Magic, honor, power, money, friends, relatives, lovers, desires, and hatred are intertwined and woven.
So what if you have it all? In the end, it seemed like a dream, a dream with no beginning and no end.
Filled with smoke, lost in eyes, this is all a dream.
A dream as mysterious, complex and sad as a silver book.
Asleep, dream, startle, wake up, forget...