Catkins are flying, summer cicadas are chirping, autumn leaves are blowing, and winter snow is covering the ground.
She never thought about it,
The road that I walked repeatedly year after year turned out to be the door to the past life.
Who awakened her memory?
Who has been trying to save the ending,
Why can't I get rid of the pain after enduring it for thousands of years?
What kind of power makes a city sigh.
Everything is a trick of fate.