[Prince of Tennis + Puella Magi Madoka Magica] Cirrus

An entry for the Tieba writing contest. I'm posting it here. Here's my interpretation of the title: In those years, we huddled in air-raid shelters and watched the contrails spread across the sky. Was our love, too, fading away little by little, like those trails? Time is such a bleak and lonely old man. Before I could even wake from my dreams, the tears burst forth in an instant. When I opened my eyes again, all I could see were contrails. ← My hair ignored the first sentence... ...Jinjiang, what are you glitching about now... Theme: