We are not gods and cannot determine our own destiny. We are just people, people who are deceived by the world of mortals. In the memory, the boy in white suddenly smiled, "I don't believe in fate, I only believe in myself and you." In the memory, the girl in green looked calm, and with every word, it seemed as if the world was settled and everything was new. He is her spirit and she is his heart. But why, it disappeared overnight. In that year, the autumn wind was cold alone, and the yellow leaves were rustling and the windows were closed. Perhaps this is the strange path. (Weekly update)