He is black, wandering on the border of shadows, struggling between right and wrong;
She is white, a tree growing strong in the sun, shining as an eternal beacon guiding the way home.
It was just a chance encounter, but the two people who were clearly black and white became the deepest bond with each other.
The outstretched hand cannot be taken back, and the sincerity given will never fail.
The red thread of fate holds your little finger. Even if you get lost, you can still find your way back.