The hot summer tells my heart-to-heart love for you, and the biting wind has witnessed every moment of them.
They hold the pen of history with their hearts and weave unrecognized stories. The faded story strokes on the "paper" are the journey of getting closer and closer to each other.
The songs are linked together, painting and weaving white dreams.
Intention: In the end, it's just a dream but a dream.