In the raging flames of war, families were destroyed and people were killed in just a moment.
The childish young man sat on the ruins of a broken well and looked up at the sky.
The purple clothes and green belt flew past his eyes, as graceful as a butterfly.
"Come with me, okay?"
The young man gently held the hand in front of him, a look of confusion on his face.
…
At that time,
The Gassho flower has not yet bloomed.
Life,
If only it was like the first time we met.
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