I met you on the street of that sunset capital city, but you parted with me there again.
"It's getting late, I should go and go back to another world that belongs to me."
In the setting sun, I looked at that familiar figure walking away from me. How I don't want to see you return to that world. But you belong to the world you mentioned.
"Sword-weary man, do you love me?"
On the day of departure, she seemed to be holding the twilight.
The writing is not very good, but thank you for your support.
Intention: farewell