Those fine dust in the dark night did not disperse with the wind after all, but stubbornly condensed together, turning into dark and low-key strange and beautiful flower grains.
And I, after all, cannot stay out of it, but am involved in it, unable to escape.
Jiang Zian, Han Zhi, Mo Qi, Liu Mei'an, Jiang Nan...
Everything, everything, everything, I can no longer understand, what am I involved in?
Conception: