Like water, transparent and beautiful. Like fog, mysterious and difficult to fathom.
Rumo is the moment when I look at you. Being drunk is when you look up at the sky, I
Look into your eyes quietly for a second.
Love so much, but can't get close. So close, yet so far away.
In these beautiful years, I am grateful that you have appeared in my memory. Time passes, regretfully
It's the time in the future without you.
The moment you open and close your eyes, you can forget everything, but you can also embrace everything.
Conception: