The tear that fell broke and then condensed, turning into a mirror of the fantasy world. The joys and sorrows in the mirror were all the ups and downs of memory.
No one expected that the final outcome of the memory would be that it would disappear and there would be no more memories.
No one could have imagined that the final outcome of waiting would be annihilation and no reincarnation.
However, I still remember it, because those memories are too deep-rooted and unforgettable.
Only now do I understand why I got drunk over and over again for a dream. It turns out that there is only one person wandering through mountains and rivers in a dream.
In the memories, the love is deep and undying, but he is no longer here.