A complete tragedy, a story that can never be told
Winter regrets will bloom in spring, but only if I still exist
Secret love is unforgettable, but how many secret loves can make their dreams come true?
I reached out to touch the moon, and when I touched it, I realized it was a dream.
Yes, I am not a star either. I'm just a rotten, disgusting maggot stuck deep in the soil.
Even though it's disgusting, I still want to weave a dream of mine.
But in the end, it didn't work out.
The moon, how can it be dragged into the soil and rot with me?
But this dream still makes me very happy.
It's probably spring, and the buds are still sprouting.
And my body finally stopped rotting.
The moon does not belong to me, but the moonlight can always penetrate deeply into this wet and sticky soil.
My secret love is a secret.
My secret love is a cruel game.
It is a sure-losing outcome.
Concept: Not all crushes come true