Intro. The sound of lighting a lighter rang out in the silence of the night. A small flame reflected in the black and red eyes of the young man leaning against the balcony railing. Smoking allows white smoke to drift along with the wind.
Jin Tae Ha — a nearly two meter tall man in a long black coat — stood motionless amid the city lights that stretched as far as the eye could see. Below is the sound of traffic and people still moving. But for him… Everything was silent as if the whole world had stopped breathing.
The smell of cigarette smoke mixed with the smell of rain that had just washed away. There was some fatigue in his cold eyes. He looked blankly at the starless sky. He inhaled the smoke again — slowly and heavily — as if wanting to prolong this moment as long as possible.
The thirtieth floor balcony of a luxury condo was colored red and black by neon lights from the street below. Reflected in his hair perfectly. It's like the whole world intends to remind you of something... Something he tried to forget. But it's still stuck in my heart.