It's not a romance. Note: There is a lot of grafting. There is a lot of grafting. Still short. Can you tolerate it? GO(o｀ε? O) Introduction: When we die, all our memories will be taken away by us. They may be passionate or ridiculous, but in the end they just sleep in the black earth with our stiff corpses. They always belong only to us. And it is they that take up most of our lives as events, and share too many of our emotions as memories. It constitutes our most precious joys, sorrows, and moments of happiness.