The girl who was deprived of the right to die fell into the human world. Like the moon in the river, it remains unchanged from generation to generation. Which one is salvation, long life or death? This is a whimsical piece from high school. What I am thinking about is whether there is someone who becomes more and more lively as time goes by, and who is the person who warms and throbs the cold and unkind heart beneath the girl's appearance.
Concept: Time and Change