I'm a cat.
I love this city where I lived a hundred years ago.
I also love wandering in this city.
I love even more the person who lived in this city a hundred years ago.
At that time, he didn't know that I was a cat.
So he held my hand, affectionately, and promised me a future.
In that promise, I was desolate and alone, with ruins lasting hundreds of years.
He still looks like that in this life, I recognize him.
But he stood in front of me and just smiled and asked,
Have I ever met you.
I thought that my century-old love could only end in wandering.