I am the son of a guilty minister, a person who should not have a name in this false history.
He is the heir of the royal family and the person who should have glorified history in this false history.
I am an aimless arrow
He has the intention to send it out
My destiny was completely derailed in the year when my relatives were killed. It was I who allowed this fate to run away and run into it at will.
His destiny has been tied to the false history of more than a hundred years from beginning to end, but it was he who dragged his heavy destiny to break through the shackles.
I was trapped in filth and sin. I thought I was not a heinous sinner but worthy of praise.
He is imprisoned in falsehood and morality, but he knows that all this should not stop here.
It was he who taught me that not being a bad seed that is despised by everyone is nothing more than the common denominator of all living beings. This is not something to be proud of.
It was he who taught me that since I am resentful of the world's illusions and superficial likes and dislikes, I must rely on myself to overthrow this world's filth.
We are all arrows that have deviated from the course. I should have ended my life in despair, and he should have risen to the top of the clouds and shocked the world.
It was he who came to me, held me, and took me back to the reality behind the false history.
It's him who believes in me, values me, and is the only clear thread in my chaotic memory
It was he who saw through barriers and falsehoods and found the truth
But no one is my light, and neither is he. Of all the things in this world, only I am my light.
Even if the road ahead is long and slow, and the lonely soul accompanies the road, as long as I am here, the light is still there, as long as I am here, the truth is there
I will break the chaos with my own hands, even if it is a part of the chaos, I will look for the truth, even if the truth is dripping with blood
Already deviated from the established track
Then, every step I take is the route, and every direction I point is the destination.
He said that history is still continuing somewhere, and the memories are overlapping and cannot be explained. It is just a pity that the poppy is still prosperous, but it is rare to see it again.
Intention: Our existence is meaning