The breeze blows the bells, the red fire ignites the clouds, the autumn leaves return to the earth, and the color of ice sweeps over the buildings.
What is waiting for you at the complicated crossroads?
Why is it so detailed about right and wrong?
Why should the distinction between dreams and reality be so detailed?
The answer you choose is never right or wrong, and the road in life is never ending.
The foam is flying in the sea of innocence. Whose story do you see through the gorgeous colors?
Intention: always happy