Green Silk Snow

No matter how this heart-wrenching waltz begins, when the dancers are tied to the black and white staff, the established melody wraps up the two hearts that cannot be separated and fall together, regardless of sadness, joy, or hesitation. . . . . . In this melody in the name of love, I just hope that when the green hair turns into snow, we can still interlock our fingers until we grow old, until we grow old. . . .