Trajectory Space

If life ends like the first time we met, what's the sad thing? The white moonlight and cinnabar moles in my heart are memories that are hard to erase. I can't tell whether it's true or not. Is she sick or am I sick? Am I real, or is she real. If I could understand my heart earlier, maybe there would be a future. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.