Looking back five hundred times in the past life, in exchange for a startling glance in this life.
We met and looked back five hundred times, and we are still together after five hundred lives.
So before, where was I, where were you.
Are we still our original selves, maybe we love each other, maybe we have never crossed paths.
Five hundred lives ago, could I still meet you dear ones and find you that I had lost?
I owe him an answer.
She left me ten years of broken starry sky.
And she, whom I love the most, promised never to be separated.
Five hundred times before I looked back, you were all here.
Please forgive me for the shoddy cover image which cannot be broken =_=
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