Hatred has a sweet taste that can help people forget pain. Therefore, in the abyss of despair, he began to hate, even though he knew that this was just a momentary deception.
The so-called relatives are not existences connected by blood, but the bonds created by cherishing each other while living under the same roof. When the ruins buried in their hearts were cleared away bit by bit, he and he gradually began to understand this truth.
In the silent sky, the stars dispersed, and the white snowflakes that had no time to fall would melt once they knew the temperature of their palms. The buds that were still attached to them fell helplessly, just like him and his future that could not bloom. For those who can only live in darkness, no matter how much they long for light, the sunlight will burn and take away everything from him.
The body temperature flows silently between him and him, filling the beautiful dreamland. Under the fiercely twinkling stars, the blue enchantress blooms in the wind, waiting for time to overflow and the world to end...