I guess in the ending, the cinnabar mole on my left cheek will start a storm; I guess in the ending, my broken tears and eyes will be trapped in the swirling wind and messy rain; I guess in the ending, my eyebrows and the corners of my eyes that can be seen from your pupils will finally disappear. There are overlapping shadows of her; I guess in the ending, the high priest waved goodbye and you were as angry as fire; I guess in the ending, Gardenia waved her arms wildly while your blue eyes were turbulent and refused to say goodbye; I guessed that in the ending, I could cry and say goodbye with a smile. We'll never see each other again.