The clear sound of ringtones echoed around my ears, drawing out the connection between the past and the past.
The river flows in three directions, but it turns into an incomprehensible fate.
His eyes were rippling like stars, but he didn't look at me. He didn't turn his head to look at the bustling lights of the underworld, but I vaguely saw him reaching out his hand and saying, "Come on, let's go."