In the fantasy of a poetic city, full of green breath of spring, they walk hand in hand with overgrown scarred vines.
The story begins in late autumn and early winter, and ends in late winter and spring. I have always been there, always fantasizing about you, and always by your side.
Is your distant friend and your nearest lover.
Thank you for spending the winter with me.
Then let us hibernate together,
Falling into a smoky dream,
Stroll through this city of poetry,
I hope to bring you eternal love,
and eternal freedom.
Concept: Life is unbearable, but luckily there is still poetry.