Her dance was once recited for a while
His achievements are unparalleled
His helplessness remains unknown
Soft as feathers and pure as snow
As strong as fire, as ash drifts away
As psychedelic as mist and fragile as dead leaves
Regrets from the previous life will be repaid in this life...
But I can't express the sadness of my previous life
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It's the first time I've bothered to write something like this, but I don't seem to be good at it.
Let's talk about it after writing it...
(The feathers of memory are this life, and the memories of dreams are the previous life)