In fact, the name has nothing to do with the story. Just to commemorate the deep love between me and the angel. It's just that we are now separated. She is so simple, just like an angel, and if I had a pair of wings, I should belong to a demon, but by some strange combination of circumstances, I grew on the angel's back and took her to fly. But I forgot that one day, I will fall. Fortunately, I gave up on her at the moment when she was about to fall. Give her hope for continued survival. I am shallow, and the angel is deep.
The tears that have traveled through thousands of years can only be seen in dreams. How much I want to see you again, even just once. The attachment at the end of my previous life is split in my blood. I am lingering in my sleep, and then fade away when I am awake.
It turns out that our separation was already predicted in the beginning. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss.