Everyone in this world has their own story. If there are too many stories, it will be difficult to tell them. They will not be able to tell them until they are buried.
As a bystander, I am not qualified to tell them for them, but in the end I chose to narrate and remember people to comfort their hearts, or it can be said to be the regret from the deceased himself.
"Love can withstand all kinds of dangers, but abnormal attachment is not one of them."
Love and disgust, joy and sadness. This is the most fitting statement of their relationship, and it also symbolizes their short life.
There are no absolute sinners, but everyone has faults. Going round and round, there is no way to escape the eternally determined ending. All the hard work, in the end, just adds a bit of absurdity to this human drama.
"I'm sorry for being human"
"If you can, let me be a gust of wind."
Intention: Things born in suffering will eventually pass away in pain