I always thought that by restoring the country according to his wishes, I would get the world that I originally deserved. If I got the world, how could I not lose him?
The vastness of the world and the entire demon world are in my hands, but I dream of breaking the moon upstairs. Whose look back solidifies eternal longing?
The sound of the flute is choked again, who is still sleeping by the window?
I just hope that in the next life, he will not have any intersection with me, and he will live a stable life.
I just want to hold on to the memories of having him. Those fragments are enough to warm me for a long time and support me through the long time...
This is enough...