Through the rose thorns, in the eternal winter city of hell, I encountered the light of life.
We have agreed that you and I will watch the cherry blossoms and snow filling the sky together, and hang the wind chimes with names engraved on them under the York tree.
You missed the date.
Am I that annoying? Let you disappear from my eyes.
A hundred years later, I became one of the seventy-two demon gods.
And you are the most holy existence in heaven.
An accident, traveling through life and death, and then life was worse than death.