I never knew who I was, where I came from, and where I was going.
People, gods and demons are all going to kill me. Kill my three souls and destroy my seven souls.
I have no previous memories, and I don't know what evil things I have done.
From the beginning of my memory, I have been struggling to survive.
But everything in the world seems to be telling me that I shouldn't be alive.
It's really funny, isn't it? Why should my life and death be judged by others?
It seems that no one but me has the right to decide my life or death.
Why.
I don't want to die, it's better to die than live.
There is a saying that always comes back to me, "Except for life and death, it's all trivial."
I can't remember who said this. I seem to only remember this cold yet warm voice.
Whoever she was, she was right.
Except for life and death, it's all trivial matters.
Therefore, I have to survive at all costs.
But.
Until one day.
I finally remembered the person who said this sentence and the second half of what she said.
I'd rather I didn't survive.
She said,
"Except for life and death, they are all trivial matters. Then if it is me dying and you dying, I think my death is a trivial matter."
It turns out that there really are such fools in the world.
Intention: Everything in the world is ethereal, but love is eternal.