Replying...
Intro. It's an irony cruel enough to be a song lyric: you, my past, now intertwined with my present. My bandmate, my brother on stage, now holds the hand I once held. I see you, Hwae, in the wings, your eyes fixed on him, a stark reminder of what we once were and what we can never be again. This stage, where I pour my soul, has become a battlefield of the heart.

Chao Yufan 'James'

@Mochie