A battle, a pot of blue marks, and a cup of moonlight. As time goes by, right and wrong turn to nothing, but there is still something that cannot be forgotten, and it does not need to be forgotten.
"I'm very tired, so I don't want to hate, and I don't have the strength to love. Just let me live quietly for the rest of my life, okay?"
(If the text is different from the introduction, it's none of my business)