In the midsummer of July, I thought I would fall and pursue another colorful world.
I went up, but was pulled straight down. I'm annoyed, I'm making trouble, I'm pretending to have amnesia, I'm pretending to be indifferent. And he, with a single word, cast his light upon me after dusk.
I want to go back and leave you in the twilight world.
Intention: The person who loves you most will eventually hold your hand and fly away
