He jumped into the abyss, and the roar of the world rang in his ears. He could never return to a place where the last piece of withered grass he grabbed had abandoned him. He wandered in a spaceless place, forever separated from the world. Love has been separated from him forever. The scratches under the skin slowly split and dispersed in the air, making bursts of cheerful sounds. He didn't feel any sadness, he just shed his last tears for the people in his world. At this time, a voice suddenly appeared above. This voice was very familiar, "Husband, please come back." A trace of insult began to appear in his heart, but he was too late. He could only follow the wind and drift away from the world that made him nostalgic and disappointed. The hair was flying everywhere, and some of it flew into the sky and fell to his wife, telling her, "We will only know each other in the next life." Her tears dropped into this strand of hair and turned into a token of our acquaintance in the next life.