He holds an apple in one hand and destiny in the other
Looking for my own fragrance
Pedestrians around, their expressions were numb and their steps were hurried
A dreamer also walks on this street
This face doesn't belong to him, and it doesn't matter what he really is.
All he needs to do is to bring an end to every imperfect story
Intention: Dreaming back at midnight is always a fragment of the past. Those things that you regret to miss will come back to you in another form.