Time has been spent in vain. The years have gone by. When will I see you again? Farewell forever.
Dreaming about drizzle, it would be better not to encounter it. No matter how many tears you look at, there is no limit to hatred. It is unbearable to watch.
If I look back five hundred times in my past life in exchange for passing by once, I would like to look back frequently in this life in exchange for staying together in the next life.
However, if life is just like the first meeting, how can no one understand it for thousands of years? It's just a word of love.
A pair of people from one generation to the next. They miss each other but are not in love with each other.
This is the final explanation, right?