To you from afar
I have prepared my bags just to find you.
If this is a long journey, a dream every ten years, the loquat tree has always been with me.
If this is an ascetic life, it will be uncertain. The snow in Berlin is still as fresh as ever.
The words that I was once ashamed to say have become sweet wine with the baptism of time. Every moment, the aroma of wine lingers.
Those times that you have never arrived but have warmed me are like a ball of fireworks, illuminating the darkness and gray colors.
Before, my world was filled with continuous rainy days
After that, my world cleared up
Concept: modern love
