Imprisoned in a mental prison of her own making, she is lingering.
He was so wrapped up in the confused love and tragic hate that he almost suffocated.
Only in the biting cold winter days can she clearly feel that she is still alive
Only in the sad autumn when dead branches and leaves slowly rot, can he stop and take a breath
The heat of summer does not belong to them
The brightness of early spring does not belong to them
It's hard for him, it's hard for her, neither is easy.
Concept: Youth Tragedy