Every story is bound to become mundane, even when told through eternal love and hatred.
I am someone with no past. As I walk across a wasteland buried in snow and gaze toward the road's end, where darkness stretches like an endless night, I remember those unforgettable green eyes.
I try to recall what happened that distant summer, but nothing can be changed now.
To this day, I can only force myself to endure the loneliness and keep living.
Theme: The past cannot be undone. Everyone must take responsibility for their choices.
