I died in the cold of black water and was buried in the warmth of peach blossoms.
Now I carry my ice bones and enter the world of mortals. Not to become an immortal, not to ask questions.
I just want to ask for my parents who died tragically, for the silent majority, and for this cannibalistic world - why?
It is also to prove one thing to this damn fate, to the cycle of eras called "annihilation" that hangs over the heads of all living beings - no matter how small an ant is, it can shake a tree; no matter how cold bones are, they can still light a fire.
This body is no longer human, but this heart is still not cold.
From now on, the road is at your feet, and the way is in the world.
