She is a noble lady
She is an immortal witch
They met in the flames of war
The sand conceals the appearance
Guns drowned out the sound
She is a soldier on the battlefield
She is a lonely wandering soul
She helped her, she saved her
They meet again here
They look back at this
She hasn't left yet, she's still the same as before
But the two looked at each other speechlessly
Dawn comes again and disappears overnight
He is a worm from the past
He is the messenger of the future
He is running in the torrent of time in the future
Living by mourning him
He relied on the little bit of love he showed at the end
endured countless deaths
He left countless suicide notes for him in the past
Let him use it as a recreational toy
He looked at the letter that came out for more than a minute in the future
Crying and laughing, calling him a fool
But he can't reply, and he can't receive it either
He could only mourn him over and over again
He is the only emotion in the binary world
He is the only variable in the death cycle
true or false
Fake or real
"Are we... Sinners?"
"No, he is a hero"
"Who cares about a sinner-like hero?"
Purpose: Freedom is the song of life