People live according to the world.
The first life is like a fallen flower on the bluestone, which will be scattered when the wind blows.
The second life is the withered grass in the wilderness on a winter night, burned up by a fire
The third life is the maple leaf falling on the shoulder, and life is dyed red with you
Using the thoughts and concerns of the first two lives, I tightened the thread of fate, and finally I can start well in the third life.
Concept: Fate is a thread that is constantly pulled, and all unspeakable and missed moments are temporary.