It was very windy in the tunnel at two o'clock in the morning.
I rested my head on her back and stubbornly refused to hug her. I smelled the scent of her body, the sweat mixed with the black tobacco of Nasmatu, it was a familiar biting and spicy smell, and I began to feel at ease. She was driving so fast that I thought there would be no tomorrow for us.
She is a contradiction between passion and restraint, synonymous with romance and despair. She is also my lover, the only one who can catch me. I know her mania and chaos, and she also knows my nastiness and unbearability.
I was the rose that was stepped into the mud puddle, and she was the one who smelled me in the underworld.
Intention: The park falls at dawn, let's escape together if we can.