On a rainy night in a certain month of a certain year, memories spread in the mist. Traces of the past are constantly engraved in my mind, and what comes back to my mind are the stage, aura, music, public opinion and familiar faces. As idols, we formed a team of five and ran towards the same dream. The relationship we once thought was unbreakable was gently broken by a lie. Is this the end? Thinking like this, everyone dispersed. When we meet again a year later, is it the truth or the insurmountable heartache that is shattered? Because I love you, I have to stop breathing, so please leave with beautiful memories. Please live happily, pretend to forget me, let me remember the past, and pray for you in heaven.