ใพใใง้ ใๆใฎ้ปๆใฏใๅธๆใจๆฌฒๆใฎๆททใใฃใไธๆ็ขบใชๆ
่ทฏใฎใใใงใๆใฎใใ ใใพใใใ่ชใใใฆใใใ
ใใใใใฎๅญค็ฌใฏ้ใๅคขใ่ฆใใใใใใใใฎใพใพใฎๅ
จใฆใๅบๆฟใใฆๅฏใๆทปใใ
ใใคใ่ฆใใฆใใใฌใฉในใฎ้ๅฃใ่จ่ใๆถใใใใฎๅ
ใฎ่ฒๅณใไผบใใ
่จ่ใ้ธใใงใฏ็ใๆใใ
็ชใๆใใใฐใใใใฏ่ฃใซใชใใ
ๆใๅผใ้ฃใใๅฟใฎ้ใณใใใใฎไฝๅใง่กจ็พใใฆใใใ
It is as if the twilight of distant love is an ill-defined journey of mixed hopes and desires, lured from the rut of love.
Each solitude presents a different dream, so we lean in close, stimulated by all that is.
The glass barrier that one day comes into view erases words and asks for the hue of what lies beyond.
We choose words and live in bewilderment.
If you go through it, it will be behind the scenes.
The carriage of the heart with love in tow is expressed in this work.
