The young man seemed to be imprisoned in a cage, with his legs crossed and a deep expression hidden in his empty eyes. Black roses bloomed quietly around him, thorns pierced his flesh, and he lived like a maggot. It was raining, and suddenly, he saw a boy. The boy held the scissors in both hands and cut through the thorns regardless of his legs being cut. A beam of dim light shone into the cage, and the young man raised his eyes and saw the strange boy in front of him. He was wearing a black royal suit, and his leather shoes were stained with mud and water.
"But who is he? He seems to be... Crying. Is it because of me? For people like me."
No one wants someone like me... This is how it should be, being ravaged.
It's a dream, only in dreams... Can it be so beautiful. Well, it must be a dream.
Intention: There are always people closest to you in the long street. Only when you know how to lose can you know how to cherish.