What I dream about is the ardent ideal in my heart; what I dream about is a dream that once happened or never happened; what I record is my condolences to the Golden Saint...
I know it's silly to worry about characters that only exist on paper, but I can't stop myself. However, I can't vent the distress caused by this, and I have nowhere to put my longing, so I want to use words to relieve my boring thoughts.
The life of the Golden Saint is a tragedy; but I hope they have a good time when they were young, "ordinary", "warmth" and "childlike" memories
This is just a fan work and the concepts in it have nothing to do with the original work.