In our world, there are so many wishes that can only bloom quietly in hidden corners.
Then they wither and fade. Time will grind them into dust.
So was it my existence that made them spread into pain?
If time and space let me return to this moment, I would never let you see me like this.
But I'm sorry. I truly cannot foresee tomorrow.
Looking forward to the author's continued updates
The writing is pretty good and the emotions are very delicate, but there are too many short sentences and the psychological description is a bit cumbersome.