This is a troubled time.
Cities large and small are dotted with stars.
War, killing, peace, strife…………
The war is lingering, or we have lost ourselves in such a world.
Peace
What is peace?
But I just want to protect the people I want to protect.
Is this also wrong?
Those who leave have left after all. The fallen leaves are colorful. I just want to leave some memories... Human life is so short. After ten years of turbulence, everything has changed. The reckless and childish child has turned into a lazy and tired woman.
So when I was half asleep and half awake, seeing these memories was like a shooting star passing by.
They call me ye