“Promise me that you’ll wait for me.”
“I won’t be long.”
Those were the last words I’ve heard from him before he went off to war.
Then it was the cold white winter covered in snow. The snow melted and the flower bloomed, it was spring. The weather became increasi... more info
I have lived for so long.
I was once a blade of grass, a small stone on the road side. I even experienced living as a cloud blow by the northern winds, which was really an icy experience.
Through each new life, my memory of the last ones never faded and I still remember everything all the way back... more info
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