The rain was so heavy and my body was cold, but it couldn't wash away the wounds all over my body. The tears were so bitter and hazy, which always only added to the sadness. In this life, the kiss you gave me was the moonlight in this ruins, a place where even love is so cold. Maybe we didn't know whether this dim and indistinct Epang Palace existed. And now, the love you give me is the torture of confinement. Why are you like this? The same moonlight, but you have changed. At a certain point in time and space, you are no longer the face I am familiar with. . . .