"Actually, I don't remember much about that day.
I only remember that late that night, he walked towards me with his back to the pale moonlight,
Around his waist is still tied the sachet I gave him a few years ago. There is also a small string of copper bells strung on the sachet.
I listened to the domineering and majestic sound of his black boots as if he were treading flat ground with every step he took towards me, and the tinkling of copper bells. I felt that my heart was also in a state of chaos at that moment.
That was also the last time I saw him. I had never seen him wearing gold and silver in such simple white clothes, and I had never seen him who was always having fun, with a look on his face that was very strange to me..."
Concept: sweet love