On the rainy night of that plane crash, I met my rose. His fragrance blended into my blood, carved into my bones, and burned into my heart. I was crazy about him, fascinated by him, and turned him into my only rose at this time.
On a rainy night, I met a "wild wolf" in distress. He tore me apart, destroyed me, but carefully protected me. I sank into it without any fear. I wanted to accompany him until the loess buried me.
Intent: People in darkness will also have light