The past cannot be left behind,
The future has yet to arrive.
Perhaps I'm still a child with an almost maddeningly literary streak,
Perhaps we're all children, a little arrogant and carefree, lawless or calm and unassuming.
But when the wind sweeps from one end of the sky to the other,
Will we be able to see, in the distant future,
Those simple days
From so, so long ago... ...
I think I can see a crowd of people surging toward the distance... ...
P.S. The story is inspired by real life, but please don't assume the names refer to real people.
This is a collection of moments from an online game, a story set in one region of a place called Fantasy Travelogue.
It has nothing to do with romance or heartache. It's simply a record of the days we loved.
The game setting is real, and so are the names. But please don't assume the characters refer to real people = =… Otherwise, there may be trouble. Thank you.
That's all.
