Half Temperature

Half the temperature is just right in love. The youth entangled with fate, the people and things recorded in the memories, are expanding like a desert. No one will remember the lives drowned in the desolation. The distant Sirius looms, illuminating them who are so incomplete. From childhood sweetheart to best friend, they spent their entire childhood and youth. I thought I would continue to be happy. As a result, behind that happiness there was actually a sad past. However, those facts in the past that have long been unchangeable are always entangled with them like ghosts. They don't understand. I don't understand why the sins made by people in the previous life caused pain to people in the previous life, but they still have to bear it in this life and continue to suffer. . . If you can choose. . . It's just a pity that there is no choice at all.