Another night of being beaten down by social media
When I woke up, there was a little girl next to me
It must be a dream, right?
Turn over and look out the window
What is wrapped in the thin rain?
With the haze slowly falling
Fallen on the road reflecting the neon lights
"Can you... Hold me?"
A pair of hands touched my chest from behind...
Concept: The story that unfolds in the clouds and mist will eventually dissipate in the clouds and mist