Passing Years: Flame and Steel

The years swept in like winter winds and snow, covering everything. Time fills the wounds. They're still there, but slowly get covered over, unable to make a sound. So this is the kind of love that lasts forever: flowers bloom and wither again and again, the years pass again and again. Perhaps one day he'll grow as indifferent as someone else, smiling faintly, handling everything with composure and without a single flaw, only to realize the truth a moment later. At last, he has become unable to forget. He is himself, and he is someone else. A carefully imitated eternity, waiting for the instant the fireworks blossom, when the world's illusions come into view. Use the time of one cycle of reincarnation to commemorate a love that bloomed once. Theme: