Every time she looked up at the sky, she would think of all kinds of things that seemed to be in her previous life, although there were no people or things to be nostalgic for.

I always wonder if she will wake up and realize that this interstellar travel is just a dream.

There were things in the dream that she had never experienced, people she had never seen before, and all kinds of things that she would never forget in her two lives.

If she really woke up one day, would she feel reluctant, even though she had been hurt by this dream.

If she really woke up one day, then she wouldn't have reminisced about it day and night, because what an extraordinary dream it was.

If she really woke up one day, would the person in the dream be reluctant to her, after all, they used to care about each other so much.

These possible possibilities, impossible possibilities, she fantasized and tasted them one by one in the rush of youth.

Because she was afraid that she would have a short life like in her previous life.

But at this moment, she suddenly felt that everything was not so important, and after experiencing all kinds of situations in the world, what was left in her heart was no longer terrible resentment and endless desolation. It's the calm soul behind the end of everything.

Is it even this sky sighing, the rain is endless, endless.

She wanted to ask how she would miss this life that ended in a hurry.

I died in the bitterly cold and endless depression of winter, and this life is still as hurried as the previous life.

After all, it was too late to sigh lightly -