Volume 1 Krishna District
The humidity was so dense that all I could see was white.
A hand spread out in the air, with all five fingers aligned, reaching out to her.
A faint smile, a memory that disappears without a trace.
Reality is struggle; survival is escape.
If reincarnation is fate, endless inheritance:
I would like to go with you nine times into the underworld and into hell,
Even if we can never see each other again.