The unchanging me and the seemingly unchanging her.
Sometimes I even wonder if our unchanging lives are heading for a mundane end.
However, the cold reality always pierces the fragile dream.
Just like both of our daily routines, we were slowly swept into the storm.
She was the first friend I ever met in my life, the first person who was willing to commit her heart to me.
By the time I truly realized the weight of her in my heart, all remedies were long gone.

"If only I had been braver then."

"If only I had confessed everything back then."

However, regret and self-reproach can not change the reality of the slightest.
Through the boundless fog, into the misty dream.
When I first touched the truth of everything.
Where will it all lead?

[Translated from Steam]