The bell tower at midnight plays funeral songs under the stars.
In the blazing flames, I kiss your faded smile.
I hope that the prototype in the dream will never be extinguished, and I will use my hands to set off its glass-like sunlight.
Even though there are various emotions hidden in the empty and chaotic mansion, there is a deathly silence.
Because even if it is dark, there is still snow to see clearly.
At that time, maybe the soul will bloom after forgetting.