The shadow of death comes to my mind
When that blue figure appeared before my eyes
I kindled the hope of life
Disaster is no longer terrible
I saw a figure I didn't recognize
I won't feel strange
I won't feel hopeless
Looking at the cold stone slab
The corners of my eyes gradually become moist
When I look at the city buried in disaster
I looked at the ruined village
I closed my eyes
Recall the past, thinker of the future
i cried
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
