Love is originally ethereal, like flowers in the mirror or the moon in the water, elusive and out of reach. I thought I had caught it and possessed it, but in fact it was nothing more than my own thoughts. Who belongs to whom, and who does not belong to whom. Who can really tell and see clearly.
Unintentionally becoming someone else's mistress, unintentionally falling in love with someone, not being able to decide one's own destiny, it's very miserable. She wanted to escape, but where should she go? She had no relatives, no confidants, and her friends turned against each other. Who could she rely on? Is it him?
Tired and not wanting to care about anything, the two met to commit suicide. Only God knows what the outcome will be...