In terminal illness, no one can resist the invitation of death.
But why, let her get a second life.
Reborn, faced with all the disturbances she had never imagined, where should she go?
We should shed tears when we look at the bright moon together,
Who made her tears break into beads. . . . .
Um, school starts tomorrow, so I'm putting this article on hold because I'm in high school, so I don't have much time, but this article won't be boring.
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