Years later, you came back to me unsafe, and your eyes were full of fatigue. Look at me and tell me if you still believe in fairy tales. You once told me that every heart is lonely, every heart is fragile and eager to be touched, but your heart burns forever, never back down. You have to watch the wings of your dream be broken, you have to take back what you once said and ask yourself where your innocent eyes are. The more I grow up, the more uneasy I am. I have to open my parachute to protect you, and suddenly I understand that the road ahead is not smooth. Is this change inevitable? You once told me that every heart is lonely and fragile, and you are eager to be touched. Look at me and tell me your heart is still burning.