He stretched out his hand, wishing that only one person could guard him
He held his hand, wishing that only one person could accompany him
He went back, but he couldn't return to the present
He has passed, but he cannot return to the past
If I had known this, why did I choose to stay together? If I had known this, why did I choose to reach out in the first place? Now, the warmth in my hands has long gone. The scars of a lifetime, the resentment of a lifetime, are gone. They are all gone. There is nothing left. I am alone for the rest of my life.
This article pretends to be a father and son, attacking in the new year, traveling to ancient times and then traveling back in time, BE? HE?