It only takes a second to fall from heaven to hell.
When she was eight years old and he was twenty, he became her savior. From the age of eight, his brother was her world.
Ann is the wild rose that grows in the storm, and he is the hard wall she clings to.
I gave you warmth and support in the first half of my life, but you gave me hurt and betrayal.
Many years later at the dance, on the top of the glacier in Alaska, the mysterious man finally took off his mask. Perhaps our story should end at the moment the first note falls.
Are you satisfied? My dear sister.
Intention: Even if it is as delicate as a rose, it must grow in the storm