When the cherry blossoms are flying all over the sky, it is the day I was born. The snow at that time had just faded away, perhaps to turn into water and nourish the cherry blossoms. Reality and fantasy, dusty memories, is this world real or fake? Lost oneself and cannot tell the difference between reality and reality. Until he appeared, as white and bright as snow, like a beam of light, taking me step by step out of the false illusion.
Concept: Reality and fantasy, dusty memories, is this world real or fake? Lost oneself and cannot tell the difference between reality and reality. Until he appeared, as white and bright as snow, like a beam of light, taking me step by step out of the false illusion.