"Brother Mu, you said that lovers will eventually fall in love. It would be great if I grew up and married you." All the bits and pieces of the past are just floating clouds and dreams. The so-called grudges turned into sharp blades on the road, and the daggers pierced into the heart, making every step forward extremely difficult. What is true betrayal? When love is blinded by hatred, do you still remember her? Is what you call escaping now because you love too deeply? The sound of the piano will ring for you, and the strings will no longer be broken because of you.
The introduction is completely made up.
Intention: I can't help myself