The fog locks the city of sorrow, and the moon is lost in Jindu. Some love is hopeless, but we are happy with it.
Before I met you, my life was a little cruel.
I accept it. I thought that was how it was supposed to be, that's how life was.
Until.
The wind blew the rain.
The rain is sending you.
You step closer.
Those who are determined, those who give up, those who are dusty, those who are resigned to the situation, those who are unattainable, seem to be annihilated.
All settings about the future were defeated one by one.
Come on, come and walk into my dream road. The dream is up to you, and the waking up is up to me.
Why don't you allow me to be greedy for a while, and don't let fate disturb me.