Two people in love exchanged souls, and before they could exchange their souls back, one of them died. This was no longer even the level of missing someone. You died, but everyone was crying for me, and I was the only one in the world who paid tribute to you and missed you. From then on, every mirror I saw, everything I saw They are all in your presence, and I can't die in love because I am using your body. I can't bear to erase the last traces of you in this world. I can't give up on myself because this is your persona. I can't even start a new relationship because the other person falls in love with your appearance, body and my soul.
The timeline and pronouns are so confusing