At night, clouds and mist swirled on the ground, adding to the bleakness of the vast wilderness. Flames wrapped in light circled into the sky, and even one more glance amidst the sound of the heavy rain was an extravagant wish. The depth of love really led to a parting, the torrential rivers and seas, the illusion of incompatibility between water and fire was shattered, and shadows overlapped and entangled. What supports oneself is never belief and faith, but the inability to swallow tears and deep hatred.
I long for faraway places, yes, to the ends of the world, but I didn't expect that a dream would be staged next to the cliff...
Intention: The light is ahead, don't give up