Standing on the lonely stage silently, tears flowed before speaking.
It has been many years, and even my memory is blurred, and I cannot understand myself. The emotions at that time seem to have been deliberately forgotten. How did you get to where you are today? Why did you make this choice?
Some people start over, some go to the grave. Starting over is just stepping on other people's corpses, or perhaps stepping on your own corpse.
Happiness is further out of reach than death. If you can't meet it, you can never meet it. Have you really never encountered it?
She said she didn't.
She said it was all rubbish.