Heaven, warm and peaceful, angels, flying freely.
"Who are you?" A clear voice sounded.
"I'm an angel!"
"Say! Who are you?"
"I am~~huh? Can you see me?" He stared at the brown eyes in front of him in panic, no way! How can there be such a thing?
Where would the shadow of the moon come from without the moon? Who I am? Who is he? It's so familiar!
Sad
Confused,
How to choose between the mission and the destination of the heart...
After prosperity, sadness stops, and angels still fly freely!