What do I remember? It is the morning light facing a young man, the duet of evening drums and morning bells, the unbridled love, the stars above the bell tower, or the inheritance of dreams.
What I remember is the hunter's first love, and the vastness that spans the gears of history. It is the journey, it is the general, it is the lady of everyone, it is the pride of the actor.
Even in the illusory world, I assume that I have never met you, but it is irresistible that we still meet you.
Even if you only saw it once, it must have been in your heart for ten thousand years.
Intention: Even if you cross the gears of history, you will still meet at the other end of the red line.