In the eyes of others, she is beautiful and pure, just like a god, and cannot be blasphemed.
But I could see, and only I could see, that she was human. A real person.
Her body exudes an aura of loneliness that only people can have, a kind of cold arrogance that is incompatible with the world.
I realized that this was someone who was going through a similar experience to me. It is fate that pushes us out of the warm crowd and places us in a cold and dark corner, tasting loneliness alone.
We cannot expect each other in life, and in death, we cannot even look at each other's bones.
A life, a crazy love, left to the world is just a sigh.
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