He fell silent and let go of her hand. This was his last choice, he wanted to stay here alone. Darkness should not have appeared in her destiny, but he forced the light.
The cold lake water rushed over his face, soaking in the fragments of his memory.
The darkness dissipated at the bottom of the lake, and golden light spread lightly on the surface of the lake.
So beautiful, he stretched out his hand to touch the golden light. He slowly closed his eyes and was buried in the lake without knowing it. He soaked in the water at the bottom of the lake and forgot about her.
The fragments in the dream were finally completely destroyed before his eyes, and the face he touched lightly drifted away with the current, but when everything was given to him, he denied it and chose to abandon it at the last moment.
He fell asleep gently, and was awakened by the call of the world.
What is the end and what is the beginning. True and false, both illusion and reality. Without a beginning, where is the fate? When I wake up from the dream, I am shocked, it turns out there is no starting point...