Let's fly in the sky.

The cold light snow continues to fall this year as well. Years pass, yet I reminisce. An irreplaceable, unique existence. A past that can never be returned to. The sky is endless, but from somewhere comes the song of the soul. What happened to the resolve I had back then? Desperately seeking answers, yet living without giving up. If one can find hope even in agony, what does humanity wish for? Moved to try relying on a miracle. Struck by the heart in dramatic turns.