Doomsday Redemption: This Is the Road We Will Go To

The gods fell and erosion came. The two girls were on top of the ruins, holding hands and looking at each other. I was originally a withered skeleton that was about to die in the cold winter, but you turned into the first ray of spring breeze, carrying me through the prosperity of spring, summer and autumn. If the years will eventually bring you frost and snow, I would like to burn the rest of my life and turn it into a warm pavilion behind you that will never fall. May we go this way.