Butterfly II

——What is love? Is it a promise that will last forever? Is it the glare between the two of them? Is it the name and surname engraved on the Sansheng Stone, or is it a silhouette that is nowhere to be found in the four seasons? Maybe, one day I will leave your side, but, you know, I will always be there. I want to be free. But, dear, you know, I love you too! It's just that my love for you and your love for me are so heavy. Heavy and painful. I don't think I can carry it anymore. So leave. So defected. However, you are still in my heart and have never left. Maybe one day, I will come back. Maybe the return date is far away, maybe it's tomorrow. Leaving and returning is not something you and I can decide. ——Ginkgo Avenue Order: I stood up and he took my hand. "Don't go, don't leave me, please," he murmured. He lowered his head, his eyes covered by his messy hair. I couldn't see his expression, the light in the room was too dim. I can't save him. Although I once thought I could. ——His despair and loneliness were so thorough that they penetrated deep into his bones. Unless all the blood on his body is drained, the bones are removed one by one, and washed. Regroup again. But is that possible? ... I can't save him. I cruelly shook off his hand. Maybe I never loved him at all, never had, and everything was just an illusion. I thought I loved him, I thought I could save him. But everything is in vain. He and I actually love ourselves the most. I walked out of the room, turned around and closed the door gently. The moment I looked back, I saw him slumped weakly on the bed. Conception: