This Is My Regret

What can prove that love is real?

I think only time and the passing years can. They can prove anything.

Time never speaks, yet answers every question. The years never utter a word, yet bear witness to every sincere heart.

Time is light shattered in the morning dew, and stories woven into wrinkles.

It says nothing, yet turns every answer into what comes later.

The sand we cannot hold is made of seconds whose hands have drifted apart.

This is my cycle of reincarnation, my first life, and my first time.

Each volume is different, so you can choose whichever appeals to you.