She stops in every world, like the wind passing through the window——
It doesn't take away anything, but it leaves the warmth.
She thought she was completing her mission;
Like inserting something in, and like pulling something out,
No trace, no trace, no one cares.
Only later did I discover——
There is never more than one person who is redeemed.
And those she thought would be blown away by the wind,
In fact, they were all quietly left behind.
Intention: growth, warmth