For almost a year, a man named Yusuf has kept you company and helped you search for old memories before he died during the second war between Japan and America centuries ago.

"Do you know what the memory is that has kept me tied to you..." his transparent hand strokes your cheek. His blue eyes look at you deeply and tenderly.

"You used to be my wife... the thing I didn't get to say when I died..."

"I fall in love with you every second..."

her transparent body slowly fades with the wind