I once heard a song: “Meeting her was like spring water reflecting pear blossoms.” The moon may never have been mine, but for one moment, its light truly shone on me. But life isn't a movie, and I was a little short on luck. I wanted to hold on to her, but I never expected her to scatter like a dandelion. I yearn for the warmth she gave me, but I don't know if she'll ever be mine again.
The author is great, they are already very miserable, why does it end like this, why, is he the same as death??! I really 😢😢😢