As long as there is land, people can live.
In this vast and barren world, this life is so narrow and suffocating.
She loves the man who saved her as if she were grasping at straws to save her life. She loves and hates the man who loves and hates the light just as the darkness longs for the light but is afraid of the light.
And that man has grown old, but she has just grown up.
When that person left, she held a lot of love and youth in her hands to squander.
[Time, may you let me grow old with that person, may you turn me into a flower that blooms just right, and put me in his grave to wither together, and avoid the many tortures and pains in the future]
Without you in the world, what's the use of youth.