Where does the rain belong?
Not the sky. Not the earth.
It's misty air.
The life of rain burns and consumes in the air. Die.
What landed was Yu's body. I firmly believe it.
The huge Ferris wheel at the top of the city keeps spinning, spinning slowly.
From starting point to starting point. From starting point to starting point.
The one we were riding on was about to reach the top. The gray buildings of the city stand alone in front of us, vast and dull.
However, I only have Jin in my eyes. Beautiful Jin. Colorful Jin. The irreplaceable Jin.
Me, Jin, and Joe. The ferris wheel is slowly carrying you to the top of this concrete forest. But we only have eyes for Jin across from us.
Conception: