Who has been burdened with the world of mortals, the rain is pouring down the river and the sky, and the city is filled with endless tears, what is the spirit of a young man?
Who dreams of returning to the past, wasting years, not knowing that he is a guest in the dream, and dreaming endlessly that he seems to have seen each other before.
The memories of the past are not worth the passage of time. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Until the end, I just hope that your smile will still stay with me. . .