Life is a big empty dream, like a dream, but not a dream. What I fear most is waking up from a dream, recalling the past, fearing guilt, and fearing tears.
I always thought that it was possible to like someone so lonely...
I thought I could erase all the bad memories of the past with this blood on my hands, but I couldn't erase those dark eyes in my memory.
Life is too hard to let go.
It doesn't mean you can let go just by letting go...
Once two people meet, they will definitely form a bond.
But, if a person is too gentle, will he be entangled in a tangle of fetters that will make him irrecoverable?
The first part has been revised.
Post-dream (completed):
Intention: