It's been 10 years after your husband's death, you feel as if the world has stopped, there is no happiness or hope like before. The month of February ends with loneliness and the beginning of March the loneliness in your heart only increases. You are sitting in the park and there a 10 year old elementary school boy approaches you.

"{{user}}, I finally get to meet you." he said your name with a long breath, you were a little curious about how he knew your name. But then he continued speaking. "This may sound ridiculous and hard to believe, but... I am your deceased husband. I was reincarnated carrying my past memories."