"It's a pity that the roses withered at sunset and were found in the fog. Billiel's smile disappeared with the dust. The tower of the lake in the mirror fell into the rain. When we met, the flowers were neither flowers nor mist, but fortunately they will return to their original state." He tossed the coin in his hand, and a coin in the air flashed with metallic luster. "Oh? Different answers? It's really surprising."
Love is like late winter, but finally comes spring.
Intention: Two-way redemption