I like the pleasure and freedom of the bloody rivers and lakes, I envy the beauty of the rolling world, and the elf-like figure in the quiet valley attracts someone's attention.
Light? What does the bloody revolution between princes and generals have to do with me?
It's a pity that I am lazy and weak, I have an ordinary appearance, and I have no special powers at all. I only have a brain that loves fantasy and dreams.
Oh, yes, and a love of the world.
So what should I do?
Amnesia, time travel, or am I dreaming?
"Are you cold?" A voice as gentle as spring breeze blew by.
So what if it is, so what if it's not? Anyway, we have never been from the same world.
"Don't cry, I will never abandon you again," he held her tightly, "You must be scared to be alone."