I designed everything to match the perfection in my heart, only to discover that it was still destined to end in ruin.
She was like a kite with its string cut. She was right there in the sky, yet no one could ever hold her in their hands...
"Embrace love, let the heart die; all that remains is memory, and at last, an addiction to sorrow"
One more thing: I have trouble coming up with names for foreign friends. If a name is repeated, it’s just a coincidence.
