Amber moon, lake-colored eyes, God is holding a knight's sword in his hand, elegantly declaring war on you, under the silver-white moonlight, taking away your beloved and your first love with a smile. When everything gradually cools down with time, when you reopen the gate of love, God miraculously lets go of your first love and lets him return to the world. How should you choose? Memory is like a rose, gradually flowing into a pink stream, a trace of gorgeousness flashing past. How can we find light in the darkness? Choice, maybe there is no way to make a choice in life? Maybe we should just let the memory fade? Maybe we no longer believe in love?