Short story, quoted lyrics:
Witnessing the world, everything is lost
Intoxicated by gold and paper, extravagant luxury
Midsummer night, July is not yet young
You and I are young and frivolous, not afraid of the passage of time
Indulge in time, the lights are on
You and I are playful and crazy, and it's hard to hide our childish heart
When the years pass and the beauty is no longer there, will you love me as before, till the end of time?
When you have nothing and are covered with bruises, will you love me as before, until the end of time?
Conception: