One face, two names,
Two pieces of past that are dusty with each other.
A suicide note of secret love is hidden in a novel that no one knows about,
Holding the key to his heart,
What opened was another door.
A cycle of seven years,
The old dreams from the past that I thought were long gone,
It turns out that it is nothing but nothing.
Intention: True love cannot be erased by time.
