Since I can't be with you in the next life, I only wish to accompany you on the road to the next life.
In front of him was the dark red water of the River of Forgetfulness, surging and burning.
The dream still vaguely lingers in my mind, and blood slowly floods my face.
Just like that, just like that, slowly sinking.
Falling into the abyss.
Falling into the river of irredeemable despair.
Just for, for a thousand years of torture and waiting, waiting for a chance encounter with you.
Dependencies arise and end, flowers bloom and fall.
Waste life.