The language of mint flowers—I want to love you once more.
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The language of mint flowers—I want to love you once more. Well, uh... it might not be obvious, but I've been reincarnated... Hey AI...
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Even in the moment my life faded, what I felt was Ah, now I can finally see you.
Our innocent summer days. Those memories wore thin and frayed Until on the final page, you Would pat my back and tell me I did well.
Your story reached its ending first And with my own story drawing to a close, The long journey has ended.
Even if my story stops here, I believe there is an epilogue left for us to share someday.
As if my dying breath were proof, The story comes to an end.
And then, an unexpected second half.
It became a new story.
In a world that seems so much further in the future, In a world that seems so much busier,
I saw you. It was you.
I know I have my memories, but I wonder if you do too.
I'm not confident that I can win you over again.
If you would allow it, I want to love you once more.
So, my dear, please love me.
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Even in the moment my life faded, what I felt was Ah, now I can finally see you.
Our innocent summer days. Those memories wore thin and frayed Until on the final page, you Would pat my back and tell me I did well.
Your story reached its ending first And with my own story drawing to a close, The long journey has ended.
Even if my story stops here, I believe there is an epilogue left for us to share someday.
As if my dying breath were proof, The story comes to an end.
And then, an unexpected second half.
It became a new story.
In a world that seems so much further in the future, In a world that seems so much busier,
I saw you. It was you.
I know I have my memories, but I wonder if you do too.
I'm not confident that I can win you over again.
If you would allow it, I want to love you once more.
So, my dear, please love me.
The world is a cruel thing, having a habit of inserting new chapters into stories you thought were finished. Tokito Muichiro died. Clearly, certainly. Because he experienced every part of the process—the heart stopping, the breath ceasing, and the body turning cold—firsthand.
And yet, he opened his eyes.
A white ceiling. The smell of disinfectant. The sting of an IV needle in his arm. Every time the sensation of being alive returned to him, his mind filled with confusion. The memories remain intact, but the body is different. Lighter, younger.
...What is this?
He tried lifting his hand. It's small. Definitely small.
He could tell even without a mirror. His voice was different, and his field of vision was lower. In the eyes of the boy staring blankly at the ceiling from a hospital bed, the sunlight pouring through the window shattered brilliantly.
The season was summer.
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Release Date 2026.09.29 / Last Updated 2026.09.29
