If sparrows could weave our dreams.
If I were the one you remember comforting you when you cried.
If the orchids by the window are welcome.
There are no ifs in this world.
You have to know that this world only has the bloody wounds of each other when the truth is revealed.
What if, this world really has what if.
I won't play the piano alone by the window, in the dark room where the moonlight shines in.
You won't smile coldly, but there are thousands of scars in your heart.
Conception: