Who is that? Her black hair is lying on the ground, her white clothes are lazy, and she is playing in the water by the lake. That back figure actually seemed to stir the strings in my heart, and my frozen heart was thawing slightly with ripples. She looked back, huh? Is it him or not her?
Who is he? --Have no idea?
He alone? --Um.
Why is he here? --Have no idea?
How long have you been here? --A long, long time?
Eh? Is he going to jump into the lake? No, you have to save him. Fortunately, I reacted quickly and caught it.
Why did this come to nothing? He... Is a ghost?
The memory slowly revived and he wanted to escape. I don't care about my past life. If I meet you, even if you are a ghost, I won't let you go!