Ten years ago, you came into my dream, and we had seventeen fantasy dreams, and our relationship has been close ever since. In the past ten years, we passed each other three times, and fell into the darkness three hundred times. Because of your promise, I was not afraid, and moved forward with the help of the wind. Ten years later, under the snow-capped mountains of Switzerland, I heard metal falling. "Madam, your brooch." "Jirou, it's me."
Concept: one is ignorant of pain, so he does not know how to love; the other is indifferent to warmth, so there is no such thing as love.