One is a woman with unparalleled beauty, as persistent and strong as a moth to the flame.
One is a man who is cold and profound, as cold on the outside and hot on the inside as fire in the snow.
Even though they are close at hand, they are unwilling to share their thoughts with each other.
Even if they held hands apart, they just stood silently.
He loves her and has nothing to do with her, and she loves him and has nothing to do with him.
When the blood flows back and love pours out, they are destined to rub shoulders, leaving everything stranded in the chaotic world. It turns out that no matter how careful they are, they still want to forget about it.
And those tears seeped into the gravel of the border fortress as if they had never appeared before.
Wait, their flowers bloom, then wilt.
Conception: