The wind determines the direction of the dandelions.
However, the undercurrents of joy and sorrow in my heart are often not changed by the ups and downs of fate.
In the vast ninja world, behind the turbulent storm, is there still someone who will smile unwaveringly and gently lift the corners of his lips for you - even if it is only the last few seconds of his life?
The young man who was looking for art was the most dazzling golden light in my memory.
——D. E. I. D. A. R. A.