Several times in this life, the past has been forgotten, but Yamagata is still pillowed in the cold current. It turns out that, after many years, nothing has changed. It's just that the time has changed, but I'm still the same person, even if I put on someone else's mask. The flowers have fallen away, leaving only desolation. There is a time for life and death, and a time for gathering and separation. Never been here, never left.