forked from PGR/ascnet
2.2 KiB
2.2 KiB
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2 | 1 | 1 | 101 | Assets/Product/Texture/Image/BgCg/Cg2901_10.jpg | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
3 | 2 | 2 | 501 | AniZhuanchangEnd | Assets/Product/Effect/Prefab/FxTongyong/FxUiYinghuochong.prefab | 2 | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
4 | 3 | 3 | 401 | 1 | 152 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
5 | 4 | 4 | 301 | DialogEnable | Noan | ...Yeah... Goodbye... | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
6 | 6 | 6 | 301 | Noan | Even now, I cannot let go of my past regrets and make peace with my powerlessness. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
7 | 7 | 7 | 301 | Noan | I'm no saint, after all. I can't just let it all go and move on. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
8 | 8 | 8 | 301 | Noan | These scars are part of me, aren't they? I'll carry them with me on the journey ahead. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
9 | 9 | 9 | 301 | Noan | Even though there are still many things I can't change— | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
10 | 10 | 10 | 301 | Noan | —New regrets that make me struggle, cry, and even hate myself— | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
11 | 11 | 11 | 301 | Noan | I know that I feel hurt because I still care... So I suppose I don't have to let everything go, do I? | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
12 | 12 | 12 | 301 | His firefly flies around him, responding with its flickering light. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
13 | 13 | 13 | 301 | Noan | Thank you. Goodbye—no. You never left. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
14 | 14 | 14 | 301 | All his memories are fireflies, their light guiding his way through the dark. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
15 | 15 | 15 | 301 | He hums the song from his childhood, waving goodbye to the lights and turning to face the real world—a world of both grief and joy. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
16 | 16 | 16 | 301 | He can hear the sound of the ocean breeze from the lighthouse at the end of the light. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
17 | 17 | 17 | 301 | 1 | AniZhuanchangBegin | —Real freedom is right before his eyes. |