Swallowed the window that was about to freeze, and opened the voice of the story.
The universe where you and the cloud are breathing calmly has turned a page.
On the second hand swaying on the hem of the curtain infiltrated by moonlight
Spread to the other side of the sky and touch the world.
Feel the narrow wind with your cheeks, and you will think of such a night.
Living may be loneliness on the way back.
Swallowed the days that can't be repeated, and looked a little beautiful.
If you insert the bookmark here now.
Because the moonlight will disappear
This moment will also be remembered.
The vast sky, the vast world.
At the end, you will think of such a night when you go back, right?
He said that being alive is like being gentle on the way back.