As time goes by, so many memories can be accumulated, and every dream is like a playback of a movie. In a certain reincarnation, in your time and space, your destiny is like a splash-ink landscape painting. The shades of colors always change with the stroke of the brush, but in the end it is your years and youth that slowly disappear.
She met her lover in the time and space that belonged to her, but no one can control the fate of fate. What was lost was life, but what remained were beautiful memories and the continuation of new life.
Will she be present in the next story, and will she be accompanied by him?