A life without memory is empty.
A life of retrieving memories, an interpretation of grief.
This world has given me pain, and I wish that my soul would not be reincarnated in all my lifetimes, and that I would always live as a person with the purest [holy] spiritual power, dedicating my soul, my freedom... My everything. Just to gain eternal life and watch the ignorance of the world from afar.
But in this endless long life, I gradually retreated from my resentment. Those young people who were harmed by me and lost their future smiled bitterly in the torture and lamented in prison. Isn't that who I used to be? Why do I continue to let this pain continue to pass on?
Destroy your soul and destroy your life.
Rebirth and reincarnation, sorrow and sorrow.
A broken body, a tired and sad soul. Two painful hearts, a bizarre legend.