Your frailty was such that my radiance overwhelmed you, driving you into the embrace of shadow and the depths of darkness.

Dreams, in essence, are meaningless. Their purpose is painted by the backdrop of life. Yet, if that backdrop is ‘emptiness’… then dreams are reduced to colorless, hollow shells

In the hazy memories of my distant hometown, there were often heavy thunderstorms. Fearing their makeup would be ruined by the rain, girls carried makeup with them wherever they went. I have no reason to do so anymore, but the habit still remains