Give My Life to You

When I was fourteen, the blood mist was so thick during the summer vacation that I couldn't get rid of it. When I was eighteen, my eyes were hidden in the darkness. The boy who fell in love for the first time came back stepping on the mandala flowers everywhere... Is he holding your hands in the dark, or is he the warm sunshine that surrounds you? Is death... Another kind of life? If love is a dream, can you not wake up? Suspense + heavy romance + freshness =? ?