Under the delicate white sand, the blood-red rose on the black and damp ground is no longer soft. It hides in the kiss of the sun, using the heat of the sun to dig holes unknown to most people...
When he died, he wandered the world alone. He broke into the dreams of countless people and weaved traces of his own life...
But in a certain accident, he met that unique person in a dream, and as if he was materialized, he stepped into the world again and was involved in the conspiracy of his life...
Intention:. . . . . .