Super God: My mother said it was an accident

Human life is short, but angels are different.

The life of an angel is too long, and he will always encounter all kinds of lives.

For angels, love is just a small moment in life, too stunning and too hasty.

I want to catch the remaining tail of love, but I always watch the feeling called love slip away from my hands with the wind.

Can't catch it, can't keep it.

Perhaps, there are always some regrets in life to be complete.

However, having too many regrets also seems too tragic.

Life is already embellished with sadness, and adding some losses will always make people feel sad.

Every time I look at the angels passing by, I always wonder, if you were here, would you be like them, walking beside me.

I don’t know how long it’s been, but it’s been so long that I almost forget how I feel when I’m around you.

Maybe there is only joy in the heart, but you have to hold back on the outside.

The new generation of little angels are very enthusiastic, as if they have inexhaustible feelings.

This is good because we were the same way before.

But now, passion also changes with time and things change.

I don’t know what my expression will be like now when I see my former self.

Maybe I’m jealous that I still had you at that time.

Whenever a new year begins, I always come here.

It’s not that I’m reminiscing about the past, but I’ve never let it go.

Looking at the traces here, it seems that you are everywhere, but you are not there.

I don't feel it's a pity, because we have admired flowers and counted stars together.

Over a long period of time, I have seen many little angels like the ones we sat together watching the stars. They always had smiles on their faces, as if they could infect every place in the Celestial City.

And I can't fit in with them.

There is a gap between them and me across the ages. They are hope and the future.

I am just an angel who has survived until now, watching them gradually fill the entire Celestial City with joyful enthusiasm.

I don’t know why, but many of their angels are like you, but not like you.

Many times, when I come here, I will look at them in trance.

I know what I am thinking, but even with a sacred body, my memory is gradually blurring.

Angels always store their memories in their brains because they think they won't forget them.

But I just want to store the memory of you in my heart. It will hurt me and make me never forget you.

This is not a punishment for myself, but only the heart can truly remember you.

The heart can't forget you, and the brain can't forget you either.

Emotions cannot be understood by the brain, but the heart can.

It will feel sad for you, jump and stop for you.

Even if one day my brain forgets everything about you, my heart will always remind me of you whenever I see you.

Because it hurts and it tells your feelings.

"Senior, what kind of flower is that in your hand? It's so beautiful!"

Looking at the little angel who passed by but turned back because of the flowers, he just smiled faintly.

He lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the bouquet of flowers collected in his hands, the smile on his lips not diminishing.

"Zang Yulan."

This name is not known to all angels.

In fact, many known angels are not in Celestial City, especially the oldest group of angels.

The three little angels looked at the extremely beautiful flowers, but they had never seen them before.

"We have never met in Tiancheng before!"

He held the bouquet in his hand tighter, as if he was afraid that they would snatch it away.

"The growing conditions are harsh, you haven't seen it, it's normal."

The little angels in Tiancheng were not familiar with the angel in front of them. Because of her iconic silver armor, they knew she was their senior.

But they didn't dare to look at her with their discerning eyes, that would be offensive.

Therefore, they only asked about that kind of flower while ensuring awe.

However, she didn't want to stay here, she wanted to go over there and see.

A little angel saw her intention and realized that she was wasting this senior's time.

But looking at Shining Armor, they knew he was a senior who was extremely rare to see.

"Senior, where are you going?"

"Well, that's it."

He raised his hand and pointed at a piece of blue sea, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

It was like seeing someone through the sea.

"You want to go see the sea?"

After listening to the inquiry, he just shook his head slightly.

"Meet an... old friend."

Then, without giving them a chance to ask, they turned around and left, heading towards the sea.

The flowers in the hands were held carefully, for fear that these delicate flowers would be harmed.

Looking at the angels leaving, their white cloaks fluttered in the breeze, and the three angels stood there.

"According to the treasure trove of knowledge, there was no sea in Merlo in the past."

"Yes, it seems to have been specially built to commemorate someone."

"But why is it not recorded in memory of whom? What is the name of that angel?"

"I don't know, maybe it's just a random record in the treasure house of knowledge?"

Hearing their soft exchanges, the angel couldn't help but smile bitterly.

See, all they know is that this sea was built in remembrance.

But I don’t know who it is to commemorate.

Maybe, no angel will remember them except them.

There was once an angel who loved the sea, the blue, and the carefree freedom.

But all this has dissipated, dissipated with the wind.

No angel would know that there were angels who were so stupid that they would give up everything in exchange for a glimmer of hope.

And this sea is not only a memorial, but also her yearning and love.

The sea will tolerate everything, including tears.

Whenever I stand at the beach and look at it, I always feel that you are still with me.

But every time I looked up, there was nothing but the sea.

Now, I am standing on the beach, feeling the salty sea breeze and everything you like.

It's right in front of me, I can feel it.

But, that's just what I feel.

I don't know when you will come back, but I will always be here waiting.

Time is always long, and the life of an angel is always particularly long.

You said you would search for what is like and what is love.

I am also searching, looking for you.

"Achai."

A familiar voice reached my ears, I felt the weight on my shoulders, and when I looked sideways, a familiar face entered my eyes.

"Sister Yan."

Yan's eyes saw extremely beautiful flowers in Ah Zhui's arms.

She knew it and was familiar with it.

Over the years, I have always seen this kind of flower, and every time it was protected by Ah Zhui.

"The newly opened Zang Yulan?"

"Well, this is the most beautiful flower in bloom."

Whenever he talks about flowers, Ah Zhui will always carefully caress the petals, his eyes as gentle as water.

Looking at flowers is more like looking at a lover.

Yan patted her shoulder gently and turned his gaze to the sea in front of him.

"I always want to go back to Tiancheng to see what I miss."

"But I found that apart from this sea, there is nothing I can miss."

He squatted down and placed the flowers in his arms on the sea water, watching the flowers gradually drift away with the sea water.

Just like before, as time goes by.

He stood up and looked into the distance, as if looking at an angel.

"Amagi has not changed."

"It's us who have changed."