Who is she?
When memory begins,
It's snowing heavily.
Is her presence a curse or a blessing?
The indifferent young man who died in the fire for her,
The innocent leader with a smile on his face,
That scarred and charming man,
And the enigmatic young man wearing a mask.
She doesn't want to
She wanted to go back to that small courtyard,
There are her happiest memories there.
However,
Everything has passed...
She knows,
Time remains unchanged,
The oath remains unchanged.