That day, I wore a white dress and held pink roses in my hands to meet you across the parallel universe in the direction of your city. You stopped receiving signals...
It starts with the black knight and ends with the pink rose. I hide the rose behind me, and my love for you ends with the beating of my heart.
It is the movement of the wind, desire is the movement of the heart
Intention: I met the wind, but the wind met the rose