In ancient times, lovesickness was heartbreaking, and it is the same today. Palms, words, and memories. Words are hard to express. Even if it is just a lifetime, a lifetime of myth. In exchange for leaving a piece of youth in the world, why not wave the word freely and hide it in your arms, not falling in love at all. The separation has not opened up the remaining fate, only the king's face is born.
——Title for now