Things Are as They Were

The years pass by in a hurry; the past is like the past, and I will never forget it. Now, with only silence accompanying us, the wonderful things in the past that have become memories are still fascinating. And she is also part of the splendid memories in my life: her sweet and charming person is the intoxication in my heart when I am sleeping at sunset; her existence also includes many unforgettable reveries in my life. She, a ghost girl—Quenna—is also my ghost sister.