He has all the power in the government and the public,
Her love flies to the end of the world,
His heart is as silent as the world,
She has a beautiful voice.
Whether the past life, the present life, the passing by, the sincere promises, and the reincarnations are still clearly visible.
They are love, but why do they torture and hurt?
They hate, but how can they not control themselves?
If there is no one to send this tragic song, who will be the one to listen to it...
The piano is like the end of the world, love is like the end of the world...