You ask me if I love you.
The first time you asked, I said I didn't.
The second time you asked, I answered with silence.
The third time...
What is love, after all?
Is it a hug, a kiss, longing, tears?
Or is it possession, jealousy, wanting to hold you tight until the moment life ends?
In that dim, mysterious room thick with the scent of sage, I sat before the crystal ball, closed my eyes, and made a wish in my heart.
"I want... to go back to the moment you asked if I loved you, so I can tell you the answer."
"I want you to come back to life."
My tears fell onto the crystal-clear ball, and a brilliant light enveloped me in an instant.
A miraculous moment had arrived.
Three times traveling through time and space, three times searching for an answer.
It turned out that the love you taught me was forgetting.
Theme: Love is something we gain, experience, and grow through
