No matter how strong the wind that tousles her hair, her clear eyes are focused on one point. The string of words that forms a name has been engraved in her heart for a long time. She hopes that time could turn back, but it feels impossible. What has left this mortal world, she knows, will never return. They patiently await the reunion with those who love them dearly.

Someday in the future.

She sighed softly, then positioned herself on her knees beside the area where the owner of the name peacefully rests. She cleared away the fallen leaves that dirtied the surroundings of the grave. She gently wiped the...