I am a lonely depressed patient who thinks that I live a bleak life.
Until I met him.
He who had a similar life to me, luckily he didn't have the disease, but I did.
We became a family and had children of our own.
But, as fate would have it, my life has come to an end.
I left a trace of my soul wandering in this world, looking at him, looking at the past, and looking at everyone's happiness, until I turned into a wisp of spring breeze and dispersed.
Concept: a self-report of a depressed patient