The last goddess raised a young dragon in the palace and protected him with her divine power before she died.
Five hundred years later, the gods disappeared and the Dragon God was born. They met again but no longer remembered each other.
I am really afraid that if we say goodbye from now on, we will say goodbye forever.
I'm really afraid that everything will be over before it even begins.
I'm really afraid that the memory of this young age will fade away day after day. If we are lucky enough to meet again, we will not meet each other.
I wish I could open my eyes soon and see your face.
I wish I could speak sooner so that you wouldn't be lonely talking to yourself anymore.
I wish I could grow up soon and be by your side day and night.
Intention: Let the living live, let the dead die, let all things follow their fate, and let reincarnation take its course.
