Open your eyes again and return to this world.
The past that no one knows and the truth that has been covered up. Does it bring vigilance or doom?
Under the heavy rain, what is washed away is the soul or the sin.
Forget it, when the memory is no longer reality, as long as I still remember, the pain does not need to be shared.
A quarter of the souls once gathered under the tallest clock tower in the city.
Plant the seeds of campanula for me, and let me bring you blessings from afar.
It's really cold this winter, but why does the snow still melt on such a cold day? The snow water condensed into solid ice, and the ground was no longer pure white.
Tonight is Christmas Eve. What gift will I receive for Christmas tomorrow?
Intention: Meeting is a kind of luck