The lost land is filled with darkness and dust, and the sunlight rarely shines through. The only city, the Forgotten City, stands quietly. On the khaki city wall is written: We are us, and we are not us. This is the Forgotten City.
I have stared at your faces more than once. They are so familiar, but I have no memory of them.
I had long since forgotten my original dreams and beliefs. All the passion and childishness are scattered in the land of loss.
In our current way of existence, meeting each other again is really a wonderful fate, or it can be said to be an imaginary dream.