He once asked me jokingly how long my love lasted. I admit I was stunned for a second after he asked the question.
How long has it been? I have no idea.
Should we start counting from thousands of years ago? That time when he often said that I was his sunshine, when he was still carefree and waiting for life to pass by in just a few short decades. No, after that incident, we all died and were reborn. At best, that's just my past life... Right?
It seems that the love of the past life... And the thousand years after that was not mine. Am I not reborn now? Do I, in my current capacity, love him...? But it's been so long, and the results are right in front of us, it's impossible for us, right? Besides, there is still him now.