On the last night, she kissed him under the influence of wine.
I knew in my heart that maybe after tonight, there would be no more dawn between me and him.
He sent her home.
Seeing that he was about to leave, she chased after him.
Later, she stopped chasing him at the bench in front of the coffee shop where they first met.
Sitting on the bench, watching the red light turn to green, and the green light to red again.
The moment the second green light came on, she decided to go home.
The blue hour is a farewell that doesn't need to be said.
Intention: Love must have tragic events in order to be poetic