She was an elf running under the sun, flaunting her pride and sending warmth into his heart without any hesitation. He thought he had received the best gift in his life.
The years are coming unstoppably, feelings die, and time is gone.
The once simple spirit has become the scent of wood in the corner, feeling cold and cool.
He watched himself sinking soberly, and the faint woody fragrance always surrounded him clearly in his midnight dreams.
No matter how much despair and loneliness roared, he always remembered to keep her warm until he grew old.
Eventually, the tide of fate recedes.
There is only the echo of loneliness between them. Should they embrace or separate?