I have never met you, but I got your memory when I was ten years old. Since that year, I have often dreamed about your past, and I can relate to it. But as I get closer and closer to the threshold of nineteen years old, you say to me, you are still in my mind, but I will become more and more blurred about your past people and things, and I am now twenty and there are still ten years left. Can we really wait for their return?
Thinking about it, our life is destined to atone for our sins from him, to save him, and to go to the imperial platform that belongs to him...
Intention: I hope that when you look back, there will still be someone who can stop where you were.