Under the blowing of the cold wind, the last trace of summer spirit disappeared.
-What you see is not who you really are
Your soul sleeps underground, trading with Hell
Your □□ is looking for your lover
And hidden in the deep sea are hidden memories -
If you have any questions, please ask
Wish you all a happy journey
Welcome to the pit
Concept: (The meaning of the work is not unique, I hope you can find your own unique meaning)