I forget the river with every step, and the vast blue falls lead to the mist. The flowers are not over yet, and I am looking for fate in this life.
She has always been a gentle child. It's hard to imagine how the hasty past washed away all her feelings. Time had forgotten her memories, and when she stood under the scorching sun again, she was greeted by bursts of blood.
He has always been a naive child. It is indescribable what kind of confusing fate led him to search for the past. Hatred blinded his eyes, and when he was once again in the midst of lingering love, what faced him was this passing encounter.
When the years pass by like water, things change and people change, and everything comes to an end, but it heralds a new beginning.
People are woven into gorgeous spots of light, embellishing her life from eclipsed to grotesque.