For some reason, I came to ancient times. In ancient times, I made friends with some people. They were very good to me. They pampered me, loved me, and protected me. My heart to leave was shaken by their companionship time and time again... I seemed to be addicted to dreams but clearly knew the facts. How good would it be if life were just like the first time we met? In the end, it is just a dream...
Intention: Choose reality between dreams and reality