What is past is past and will not return. Once people have made a choice, they cannot regret it.
People must take responsibility for their actions, so she has to face and bear the consequences of her mistakes.
In a miniature garden, someone spun lonely threads into a cocoon of solitude, then gnawed at her loneliness and her own body within it.
Can the future make up for what has happened in the past?
Can existence fill the void in one's heart?
Can anything at all atone for one's personal sins?
She kept questioning herself over and over, then calmly and painfully giving herself the same answer: no.
Perhaps those who pursue happiness single-mindedly can never find it.
