With the light of swords and shadows, we are walking in the long river of history. Although we join hands, we have no chance. The figure of light green onion is among the flying cherry blossoms, and the young man is finally sleeping.
Things have changed and time has passed, and in the blink of an eye it is a hundred years later, we meet again, but we don't recognize them. So far apart, the only scene in the dream, traveling hand in hand, not knowing the end.
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Historical barriers and geographical boundaries. Even if they are familiar strangers. The soul is haunted by dreams, especially the sound and appearance.
I just want to be with you in this life, with no resentment, no hatred, and no regrets.