Some people live and they die, but I die and still live. Some people enviously say that it was like traveling through time and space, and it was extremely beautiful, but I just kept living, changing my name, and continuing to live, and I almost even forgot who my original name was.
I once questioned the meaning of life. In just a few decades, from the time I was born to the time when the coffin was sealed, no matter who I was, there was no difference. Living over and over again, what changes is the skin that will eventually grow up and get old, but what remains unchanged is the heart that has long been exhausted.
Fortunately, I seem to have glimpsed a way to no longer be tired.
The story begins when I die again...