Until the past...
One thing I like very much is the summer when a person is seventeen years old. Because he is young and ignorant, he wants to save the world from fire and water. He thinks it is just an ordinary decision, but it has already become the wings of a butterfly.
Someone once wrote about beautiful mountains and rivers, and when he wrote, he saw the sun, moon and stars.
I would like to respect the past, the present, and the never-ending future.
Whether it was before I lost my memory, now, 6,000 years ago, or in the 21st century, my decision has never changed.
Time and space are already in perfect harmony, so why bother killing each other and ending up with both sides losing?
I stood at the destined ending, watching the wanderings of the world, the story that became a legend, but I didn't know where it came from...
Purpose: redemption