Two years ago, the wind blew against you.
Two years later, the wind blows to you and me.
A pair of beautiful encounters, the final beautiful story
Borges said, I give you my loneliness, my darkness, and the hunger of my heart. I try to defeat you with confusion, danger, failure. I can't keep you, so I split myself into countless parts related to you to commemorate you and build me up.
Intention: Go forward and eventually find beauty
