Thousands of years ago, the empty mountains were still playing farewell songs; thousands of years later, Kyushu is still playing the old dream.
My heart is with my old friend, and my thoughts are with the cold butterflies.
When I meet you, I have spent half my life in the dust.
There are many misfortunes in the world, but this song comforts the wind and dust.
Cover artist: Weibo@Nawhatbottle
This article is slow and drama-oriented. It may have been a long time since I wrote it and I am still explaining the origins of my past life.
After the author finished writing one main text, he wrote a series of nine fanfics (x)