The peach blossoms in the dreamland are broken, and the walls and tiles of the human world are broken. Hook up a thread of memory and wear a bracelet of fantasy. Youth fills the sky, and will eventually return to the world. Let it blossom and fall, let it perish and be reborn, let it turn a thousand times. I just want to say: I love you. But I can't speak, I can't speak, because now I only have half a heart.
Intention: write out my heart