From eighteen to twenty-eight, so much has changed in these ten years. When we meet again, she is still the pure white moon, and the tiny star that follows the moonlight has burned out its last light, but the star's deep love for the moon remains unswerving.
"I don't think I can stand in front of you again."
To love someone, just watching her get better and better is enough, even though the person standing next to her is not me...
Concept: Love will not fade away with time, but will the people standing next to each other still be the same as before?