Like a Lump in the Throat, Tears and Blood Flowing with the Wind

The pale moonlight streaked across the lonely night sky dimmed the noise of the wind chimes and splendid the demise of the small room. Everything is unsatisfactory, every step is unclear, the stars shine brightly in the night, like a prayer, I am destined to bear your omen. The origin is when I first met you. The origin is when I left the shackles of this body. Finally, I still want to use these memories to say goodbye to you. Don't forget to bring your afterglow. I will prove that none of this is your fault, I will prove that the weak can live well, I will...