I am you and you are me.
Even though we are far apart in time and space, our souls are... Tightly, tightly connected.
Ha... Then... My dear, why is my other half of my soul still trying to break away from the thread that holds the kite?
That is our heartstring. If it is broken, it will die...
Half demon, half human.
Two falling leaves are firmly pulled by the same kite string...
When the wind blows, it's time to part ways...
Where should we fly this time?