In my previous life, I was entangled with love. I broke my wings for love and gave up everything I had, just to hold hands with you and grow old together, but in the end...
Frustrated time travel, inexplicable rebirth, vowing not to be emotional, just to be a stranger to you, never to meet you, but in the end...
In floating life, is it encounter or prison...
Suddenly looking back, it turns out that it was already doomed.