Rebirth of Japanese Wolf Legacy

Although there is no direction, although there is no goal.

But the sound of the people seems to be guided by her.

As long as you have been walking, you can get hope.

How long is it?

How long is it?

Beautiful starry sky, the end of the desert, growing a purple flower.

She came to the face of the flower.

Such beautiful, so strong.

It is like it is the most precious miracle in this world.

She instinctively reached out, but retired.

Do not.

She is a poison.

How can you touch such a beautiful and tenacious life?

I, hate yourself.

She said at this moment, she said her own truth.

Unable to touch any living things, because you are synonymous with death.

But your hands are still not motivated by autonomous.

That is the desire for life.

Don't be alone.

I want to be embracted.

I want to be loved.

I want to get in touch with it.

So crying, she is like a little girl.

But this is not allowed.

If she is approaching, the strong living life in the desert will then die.

Just when she was ready to give up, someone held her hand.

The hands are so warm, so let her feel.

She works hard to the person, but she can't see his appearance.

--not dead.

The person touched by himself ... no death.

This truth made her ecstasy, and her tears were like rain.

She feels that she knows this person, but I can't think of it.

Extending the hand wants to touch the face, but the place is, the phantom.

Hand was traged.

slowly.

Gently.

It is attached to the beautiful flower.

But this is not afraid.

As long as it is taken by this hands, she makes her extremely peaceful.

At the moment it was in contact, I took her hand and stopped.

That person said: "Don't be afraid. From now on, life is with you."

The slender finger contacts the petals.

The mood of the girl is nervous.

But next second, the vegetation covered by a purple flower and the desert is covered.

The trees are pulled up, and the green wild grass has never had a knee.

The flock appeared in the distance, and the squirrel jumped in the forest.

She strolls in Sen, the stream under the stars.

The butterfly flew around her, the hummingbird stopped on her shoulder, and the road passed the elk licking her hand's berries.

She touched the live life.

Or, she is touched by life.

This is an unparalleled miracle.

There is no joy to fill the heart.

However, when she wants to share this kind of joy with that person, the other party has already sold.

When I went back, it has been holding the purple flower in my hands.

The flowers are beautifully blooming. She sat down next to the stream and looked up quietly.

- He will definitely come back, and hug it again.

With a beautiful vision, she is so convinced.

And wait.