The cold stone is late at night, and the moon is lying in an ice coffin.
Three years of Japan and North Korea, why are you waiting?
The cold flowers are waiting to be released, and the beauty is smiling.
Weeping blood for ten years, what is sadness?
How can it be that morning and evening are dedicated to your lovesickness.
Thousands of falling rain sounds, rolling red dust.
It's time to look for it and waste the rest of your life just to change your reincarnation.
"If she never remembers you in the future, what will you do?"
"It's better than the pain of just thinking about it now. Forgetting is a blessing. If you don't remember, you won't remember."
"How can you regret it?"
"No. I have lived for one hundred and twenty three hundred and sixty-five days, but I have only been truly happy during the twenty years she was here. You said, without her, there would be no use even if I lived to the end of the world. It would be just a thousand years of pretending and a drunken dream for the rest of my life."
"Why bother?"
"It's not bitter, loving her is the most beautiful thing I have done in my life."
"If that's the case, I'll help you fulfill your wish."