Refracted starlight. Entering my life, I only yearn for the first greenness of spring and snow. I want to leave you looking back. I don't want to complete my mission of hurting you. This is how we should be. When will I see your doting eyes? I just want to watch the stars with you, watch the smudge of the setting sun, and smile at the bright moon. When can I see your blushing face?
Intention: May your youthful joy have an ending