I died on the wedding night, but the groom was with his white moonlight.
Looking back over the past seven years, I have received countless wreaths.
They laughed at me as a substitute and asked me to make way for his White Moonlight.
Now they can all get their wish.
But he held me and cried bitterly, asking me why I wanted to leave.
I closed my eyes calmly, "Because you don't look like him anymore."
