CN 3.7 Dev Broadcast

Dear Timekeeper,

Passing through doorways and crowds, skimming over the clamor and dust, a white feather, having paid tribute to hope and courage, falls into the rain gutter atop the tower—
Beneath the gloom, the school song still echoes; after the thunder, birds still take flight. Through the long night, people struggle on, hoping to reclaim the right to choose for tomorrow.

Version 3.7 "On Another's Sorrow" Special Program

The 3rd Anniversary Special Version of Reverse: 1999 is about to begin, and the finale of the Main Story 3.0 series, "On Another's Sorrow," will be released simultaneously! More details about this special version will be revealed at the 3rd Anniversary Special Preview Program at 7:00 PM (UTC+8) on April 18.

Version 3.7 "On Another's Sorrow" Poster

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Event Poster

When pure white is no longer the color of shelter,
when storm and chaos knock at the door together—
within the narrow space between life and death,
those once tightly shut, unfeeling doors
stand in the rain, protecting the little white dove.

Version 3.7 Teaser

Call from the Alma Mater

Complete tasks to unlock story scenes across various locations and obtain event rewards.

Possible Title Reference

"On Another's Sorrow" by William Blake

Can I see anothers woe,
And not be in sorrow too.
Can I see anothers grief,
And not seek for kind relief.

Can I see a falling tear,
And not feel my sorrows share,
Can a father see his child,
Weep, nor be with sorrow fill’d.

Can a mother sit and hear
An infant groan an infant fear —
No no never can it be.
Never never can it be.

And can he who smiles on all
Hear the wren with sorrows small,
Hear the small birds grief & care,
Hear the woes that infants bear —

And not sit beside the nest
Pouring pity in their breast.
And not sit the cradle near
Weeping tear on infants tear.

And not sit both night & day,
Wiping all our tears away.
O! no never can it be.
Never never can it be.

He doth give his joy to all.
He becomes an infant small.
He becomes a man of woe
He doth feel the sorrow too.

Think not, thou canst sigh a sigh,
And thy maker is not by.
Think not, thou canst weep a tear,
And thy maker is not near.

O! he gives to us his joy,
That our grief he may destroy
Till our grief is fled & gone
He doth sit by us and moan