The years like the flower season disappear in the vast river, just flowing away, unable to look back, and do not know how to look back.
That's the kind of person he is.
I haven't thought carefully about any life memories
I don't want to, and it's not necessary.
The lack of emotion, I don't know where it is left.
Life still goes on the same.
Not even bothering to look down upon, he understood.
However, when he looked at the sky, what he thought of was nothing but blue.
Strange? Then humans themselves are strange creatures.
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('? ') If there are more, throw the moon stone. I have four, four!
('? ') If there are more, throw the moon stone. I have four, four!