When I fell in love with you, you only regarded me as a substitute. When I found out the truth, your choice left me heartbroken.
In the dream, a thousand years ago, under the peach blossom tree, the sky was filled with rain of flowers, and the two people under the tree were covered with light black hair and faces.
A bloody tear streaked across the corner of the peaceful man's eyes, and the astonishing beauty that was fixed in the moment was condensed in an instant. But that face is my own
In a familiar scene... Every time I dream of this scene, I wake up in pain, not because of the face in the dream that is the same as my own, but because of the face that is full of...
A person with gray hair but whose appearance cannot be clearly seen.
When love came again, I thought I would always be happy like this. It wasn't until my sleeping memories revived that I discovered everything about me.
How ridiculous it is. It turns out that you are not in love with me. After all, I am just your substitute. For one person, you let me be him again and again.
A human stand-in.
After disappearing for five years, everything had changed when he came back. Even his appearance had changed. In their words, he was "cruel and ruthless."
Who has slipped through thousands of years in the blink of an eye, who has been forgotten in reincarnation, I have exhausted all my strength just to see you, but you
All my attachment to you has been cut off...