The tiny cracks in time that lasted thousands of years;
The loneliness of waiting for reincarnation in hell;
There exists only a realm of psychics;
Just because of the rumors left over from a long time ago;
Looking for the long gone soul;
Thousands of years of time have obscured everything and covered everything;
The world thought he was cold and heartless;
Little did he know that his coldness was just to cover up the tenderness that penetrated into his bones;
Little did he know that his ruthlessness was only because his deep love had been sealed on that altar thousands of years ago;
Everyone said he was strong and heartless;
But they don't know that his strength is only to protect one person's existence;
Little did he know that he was unintentional just because his heartbeat had already stopped heating when the man could no longer open his eyes, leaving only the life-sustaining cycle;
And all this is just for the most intimate existence in the world.
So,
Searching became the only thing in his life, the fate of reincarnation;
I just stubbornly believe that that person is still there;
Reincarnate for thousands of years just to find one person;
He didn't believe in God, but he always believed that person was a being that even gods wouldn't harm.
But I don't know...