Chuchen Chuan

Maybe forgetting is a kind of happiness, maybe it is a kind of sadness. If so, can it be regarded as a kind of relief? Is it an extreme cruelty to those who have been forgotten? To yourself or others, this kind of harm comes from the fact that you are in his world, but there is no trace of her in your world. There is nothing else to say. All that is left is that the wind is still blowing and the sword in his hand is still tightly held.