(Less wish fulfillment, no System, no overpowered protagonist, plenty of angst)
Four lifetimes of suffering. When will it end...
Everything turned to dust. Through one cycle of joy and sorrow after another, the boy slowly grew up. Four lifetimes of reincarnation, bitter smiles amid the world's many wounds. All the sorrow came to nothing, and time and again they hated each other, helpless and at a loss.
How do you put regret into words?
Loving and hurting each other, one mistake followed by another. Now that time has turned back, who will they fail to find again...
He had long since grown disillusioned with the world. Three of his four lives were filled with grief and hatred, with betrayal. In the first, cherry blossoms bloomed and fell; in the second, snow fell and leaves drifted; in the third, the ginkgo trees stood bare in autumn. In the fourth... he didn't want to lose them again.
Between you, only one can remain. It was always destined to be this way...
Snow falls, and a lone dancer moves.
The cherry blossoms bloomed, and people's hearts were gone. The blossoms withered, but he had already scattered.
"Golden leaves drift, and longing stretches on." That was the beginning of the story. And the ending... I hope you never learn of it.
The third life came to an end, and the story of the fourth began...
