Tampered memories, confused vision, when reality and illusion combine, who can tell whether it is a dream? My love never gave up on me. No matter when and where.
I should thank my old friend for giving me a chance to be reborn. The tampered memory will eventually return to its original position. I will never let go of your hand again in this life.
Forgive me for this belated love, my love.
Intention: write down the love in dreams