Some people's tombstones have weathered, while some people's memories have become unmarked. There is no physical engraving, but it is more stubborn than stone.
"Have we met before?"
I have asked this question countless times, and every time it is like a knife scratching an old wound.
He shook his head with a smile, hiding the warmth that had been in his palms for a hundred years.
Reincarnation is the privilege of forgetting, immortality is the shackles of memory, and love is the medicine that makes this torture so enjoyable.
Intention: A fate that lasts for several lifetimes
