The heroine travels through time to save the world.
- -||Maybe. . . Should. . .
Recalling that we are strangers in the depths of our memories, people turn far away in the dead of night, and we met as if they were ordinary people at that time.
There may be nothing in the world, and there is nothing in the world. The lamp turns and the horse dreams about the city. Why do we need to know each other when we wake up.