"Where will we meet again?"
"Next life."
"Have you ever regretted it?"
"Never."
There is not even a slight difference between me and him. Others always say that if you never forget, there will be repercussions. I say that if you never forget, you are stupid x
There has been a small paper boat floating on the bottomless river between me and him. The tip of the boat has already turned yellow, but the boat moves forward firmly and slowly, always leaving traces and causing ripples. So... What about us?
Intention: Where in this world will we meet again?