"Shadow ......"

In the vast sea of people, he called out the name of his wolf.

"Shadow, my dear ......"

"Wolf ......"

In the vicissitudes of life, he whispered softly, the name of his dear wolf.

"Shadow ......"

He was a little sad...... There are also some that are shocked by their hopes.

He felt like he could see that his dear wolf.

In those endless seas of people, in those vast backs, I can never find the back of his wolf.

His dear, the back of the wolf.

"I'm thinking...... Shadow ......"

What I'm thinking......

I'm changing, I'm choosing myself, I'm here, for you, for myself, for my dear wolf......

He looked at the blackness that had dissipated around him, and the backs of the dear wolves, who he didn't know after all.

He could only slowly turn around and lock himself up.

"I hope you can understand ......"

In this way, he slowly squatted down, like a lost dog, looking left and right, confused eyes, and in the starry eyes, one familiar person after another.

He put himself in the smallest position, and then, in the lightest words, said to himself......

"Shadow ......"

He called......

"Shadow."

He called.

"Shadow—"

He called—

Wrap yourself up and curl up...... He trembled, shocked, and saddened......

Bear that loneliness......

I was too lonely......

He thought so.

My dear wolf......

I'm really, so lonely......

My dear wolf......

He wandered...... Use your own voice to remind yourself over and over again......

He ceased to exist......

False lights...... Slowly, it resounds.

He stood in front of him, with his own breeze blowing, clear as a dragon, and the mountains, seas and rivers were flat.

"Hey...... My sheep ......"

He said to him.

"Hey, my dear sheep......"

"Whatever you've been through, I should tell you so easily and clearly...... You are here...... Or be there...... You should live every day happily...... Instead of...... Now, in the past, and in the future...... Not a good life. ”

He told him.

"It would be really painful. The pain is unbearable, the heart is like a knife, believe me, loss is not your destination...... Respond, respond. Respond to all and bring you the love ......"

"Let your heart, respond, let you, have, all love and hope, your heart respond to ......"

He smiled.

There may be a lot of helplessness that is not so clear.

Because for him, everything about him is so seriously perfect......

"It's all over. My dear sheep ......"

"It's all over, my dear sheep......"

He muttered, softly, as if he had a lingering sound.

I love you too much......

I'm too ...... Alone......

I'm too ...... Lonely......

I'm too ...... Nobody cares.

I think about your tomorrow, I think about your future, I think about your future, I think about you...... Such a petite you.

So owned, I love you so much.

His appearance is becoming younger.

His body has gradually weakened from a height of 1.9 meters.

No one, can be controlled.

The sorrow of his heart.

Under that distant, distant and lonely apple tree, more and more, incomprehensible, unimaginable things are continuing.

It was as if he had another heavy dream.

When I woke up from this dream, there was no one I loved anymore.

He needed to find, more, more love from others......

"Who is this little kid?"

The girl named Little Suna picked up the boy......

Slowly, a woman named Erica Elizabeth stood in the doorway.

He sighed softly.

In her eyes like the sea, there is a starlight echo.