Darkness never leaves, you can feel it even in the sunshine;
Sadness never disappears, even in laughter, it cannot be forgotten;
Freedom has never been possessed. Even if we are at the end of the world, we can never get rid of it...
After several lifetimes of reincarnation, those things are still vivid in my mind, as if they were still yesterday, and I can no longer find you...
The holy church, the dawning sun, the dew after the rain, and... Ruins. After thousands of years of cleansing, here
Who else remembers the story? The flowers in front of the door, the weeping statues, and the candles filled with blood and tears are still standing. Only, I understand, I
Waiting... What kind of loneliness did that day's farewell bring us in the end?