PROLOGUE

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Even in a place where a road ends,there is a road .

Where a roads ends, there's a person who becomes a road.

There's a person who becomes a spring road and walks endlessly.

Rivers stop to flow
Birds fly away and do not return.

Every flower petal between the sky and the earth may scatter.
Behold
Even in a place where love ends, there is a person remaining by love .

"Was it you? Was everything planned beforehand ? Was I? Was our love too?"

"Love,,,,,wasn't part of the plan.
It was a mistake....my Mistake,,..."

"Mistake,,,:?"

There is a person who becomes love itself and walks down a spring road endlessly.

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