The separation has faded over the years, and the world of mortals has drifted away for several more years.
The horse is thin, the clothes are torn, and the wind and dust cover three feet.
I return with memories and sorrow, and when I return, the vegetation is deep.
"We always go towards our own paranoia without hesitation. But we always get lost in the end, so we want to find the way back. And the way back..."