Silence and solitude bloom slowly, even if you are alone and admiring yourself. I also want to render a fragrance to this world. I have never been here, nor have I left, and I have stumbled along the way. A throw of hesitation and loneliness, quietly, I have drifted and grown up. I finally understood that youth is just a gorgeous ending, a memory of dry skin that was once smooth. In this memory, we continue to tear apart our youth. My old friend has passed away, I wish you peace.