At the boundary between the mortal world and hell, no one knows the color of the sky around the bend. All we remember is the sorrow beside the portal. Ordinary stars fall into the river of stars in the night. Do you and I see that gleam? The years sweep past the sun, moon, and stars. What year and month was it when a fine rain dampened the paper cranes outside the window? Alas, time wore away a small boat and a clear spring, carrying them to the ends of the world... The last red glow to bloom in spring within the underworld's tidal channel, brought there until people grew thin and flowers faded. Only then did we understand how many lives were warmed by the fires of the human world. Love is not bound by cause and effect; fate has already ordained life and death.
Theme: Only when death draws near and we recall our lives in a single instant do we realize that being alive is the most beautiful thing
