A dream, the wind blows, leaving no trace but heartache
In a play, what is constantly changing are the protagonist and the supporting role.
Life is like a dream, like a play, speechless, like passing clouds
Looking back...
The love that I had a few years ago stopped at the original point
Maybe tell it,
Or I wouldn't have missed it in the first place…
recall the past
See how that time and space dances into a love that fades like a flower