It rains a lot in the south, and in early spring, there seem to be many children crying endlessly. I often wonder if it keeps raining like this, and the world becomes blurry like a dream, and whether I can return to the most intense origin of my life at some point.
The north was desolate, and all I could see was the dim sky and yellow sand. It was a bit hard for me to live alone, but later I found someone. We all have people we love, and we just light each other up. Although she is old, she loves to chatter like a little girl. Her love is also beautiful, and it only broke up after the war...
I am very afraid that there will be no reincarnation. Even if I die, my consciousness will be disillusioned, which is really sad.