On July 7th, in the Hall of Eternal Life, no one was whispering in the middle of the night.
As time goes by, this hatred will last forever.
I never prayed to be born again. It is better to be a lonely ghost and spend endless years in the Shura field. It is better to be reborn in a world with you and spend those decades together.
Rebirth is unexpected. This is a gift from God and an opportunity for me. Not for the sake of turning back the time, for the stolen youth, not for being able to embrace those charming colors again, but just for the remaining thought after a hundred years of national war, the dream of a family and a country that lasts forever.
Put away your tears, put away your hatred. I don't care about your love or hate.
Relive a new life, time is short, how can you withstand the passing of love, hatred and hatred. If you still remember how to be a queen, then do it seriously.
How can we be reborn? But just because I don't regret it.