In a hundred sunsets, I finally caught a glimpse of the love between dusk and evening clouds...
I glimpsed the innocent vision and desire of a young man in the mottled fragments...
I stood on the rooftop overlooking the scenery, eager to pursue the fluttering dragonflies in front of me. I spread my thin butterfly wings... And then fell.
So I opened my eyes, and the emotions blending into the night spread out unbridled, so I closed my eyes again.
In the end, forcing his existence to scatter.
It was like looking at the haze of the phantom moon in the water, and the thoughts struggling to escape from the mind were woven into the flowers that belonged to the present, and finally scattered.
Concept: The melancholy and troubles of adolescence