The ringtone is tinny, the red clothes are like blood, and that touch of warm orange was once the person she admired the most, but after the fleeting love, it became beyond words;
With a smile as dark as a flower, and purple eyes filled with stars, that touch of innocence was once the thing he wanted to keep the most, but it no longer repeats after saying goodbye at the foot of the mountain.
——That day, under the giant tree of bitterness, I created the promised scene, but no one could see it.
