If hatred makes people fall into hell
So can love be like a paradise, just to keep the only warmth in the heart?
In the rain of flowers, he admired her beautiful smile
Under the quiet moonlight, he stared at her loneliness
In the falling snow, he realized how far away she was.
In the bloody storm, he drunkenly dreamed that her life and death depended on each other.
From now on, I can't wake up from my sleep, and the years are passing by in a hurry, okay?
Maybe, she is not just her, but he has always been him
Who is acting, who is acting in the play, and who is watching the play outside the play
Who is deceived? Who is the most sober?
Are confused people fools? Are smart people wise?
Is it a play within a play? Is it love within love?
Is this an adventure or a massacre?
They act as each other's actors, slipping into each other's dramas
The play ended, but the original character could never be found again
If we had kept our hands clasped, wouldn't we have ended up in such a doomed ending?
Can the legendary five-leaf clover really bring miracles?
The five leaves in hand, the world held in the palm of your hand, will be nothing in the end
What did you get? What has been lost?
If there is no miracle, are you willing to create a miracle with me?
Have you ever waited for someone for so long that your heart grew old?
Just for that misty whisper in the void: Long wait.
The moon is like frost, are you lonely?
Conception: