It's hard to find old clothes
Suspicion of truth and fantasy
Like a dream or a smoke
Thousands of years ago, by the sword-making pool, she jumped down without any melancholy. The flames licked her body cruelly, but even in pain, it could not stop her feelings for her brother, which also made her the soul of the sword.
Thousands of years later, the first moment she opened her eyes, she saw her beloved brother. However, as time passed and people changed, her brother only regarded her as a stranger.
The sadness in my heart and the thousand years of waiting have become a cloud. How can I heal the pain in my heart?