"O’er the blue water, birds appear snow-white; On verdant mountains, flowers seem ablaze.

This spring looks to be over very soon; Yet still uncertain my home-return days."

That's a poem by Du Fu, isn't it? A Chinese poet and politician of the Tang dynasty.

I guess you do still have your sense of self, huh?

Yeah...

I do.

What'll you do? If you want, you can escape now.

End of a Dream

...No, this is fine.

If this is to be my life, then I accept it.

I guess it would be, if you were still alive that is.

Well then, you can have this back.

oooOOOOOH!?

uo...

Intruder!! There's an-! ...Huh? There isn't one?

Nooooo disturbances! None at aaaaall!

Still, choosing to do this gig for the rest of your life?

Her brains really must be rotten.