A pair of half-brothers...
A cycle of life and death...
There, the sky is always gray...
Where the wind rises and the rain falls... The moonlight shines through... The fingertips slip from the corner of the wall... As if they are caressing your face...
Falling in love is a disaster...
Facing love, we are doomed...
And the so-called family love... Together with the body... Turned into dust... And the sun fell...
Past and present... Whose fault...