Looking back countless times inadvertently, the dream is evil? Hallucination evil? It's both illusion and reality, but it turns out to be the tragedy that was already destined in the previous life.
The curse of this life is finally replaced by separation in this life. If I had known that the ending would have been doomed before my first sight, when everything has ceased to exist, in the next life, who will give me an ending without regrets, who will give me a reality as beautiful and magnificent as a dream?
Here is a short story to remind you of the ancient streets shaded by high-rise buildings, a touch of the long-gone soul.
Conception: