As the years pass, how many memories remain? Every dream seems like a replay of a film. In one turn of the cycle, in the time that belongs to you, your fate is like an ink-washed landscape painting, its shades shifting with every stroke. But what slowly fades away in the end is your youth and the years of your life.
In the time that belonged to her, she met the love of her life. But no one can control the twists of fate. What she lost was her life; what remained was a beautiful memory, and the continuation of life in a new generation.
Will she appear in the next story? And will he be by her side?
