From April 19th to June 28th, we were only destined for 70 days, but it took me such a long time to remember each other.
Thursday, June 28th, 3 days have passed since graduation.
Me: Master, will we never see each other again?
Master: Yes.
Never meet again, never meet again, is this our ending?
So why am I searching so hard?
Why can you leave without hesitation?
Conception: