The poem, which is limited to 500 words, is dyed with heartfelt words. Whose figure disrupts the ink? The pain that lives in words cuts off insomnia! Tears filled every corner of the night. The lingering cherry blossoms knocked down by the drizzle, just like the vows made countless times, are smeared into blood by the setting sun. They cannot carry the burden of the promise and are scattered in the cold moonlight, lonely and sad at the end of the world.