The blazing youth never retreats. The green trees at the entrance of the school are clear and translucent. The sky after the wind is filled with naughty clouds. Occasionally, the sun is half covered. The remaining light shines down and shines on your head through the dense shadows of the leaves.
You are my light, but only I know.
I know I'm sorry for you. I know my feelings for you were impure at first. Maybe I will fall in love with another person in the future just like I fell in love with you. Or maybe I will never meet anyone who can make me feel my heartbeat except you. In the end, I can only bury you in my heart. I know that when youth passes, many things will be changed beyond recognition, so I cherish you more. Maybe you will be the biggest regret in my life, but I always thank you for coming to my youth.
Do you feel any regrets? I don't think so.
Every sound of the singing bowl removes a thread of worries and lets go of your obsessions. You are not left with nothing.
Desolate God × Loyal Believer
Intention: They are not very upright people, but they are real enough, and they vividly show the confusion of youth