He and she live in the same city, and they dream of a sky full of feathers every day.
It was a destined mistake for him and her to meet each other. They sank in pain and cried in happiness.
He couldn't let the wound in his heart heal, so he had to be confused in the confusion, and finally couldn't breathe. Was everything just a dream?
But when I wake up from the dream, why is my heart bleeding, deeply broken, always at a loss, and finally suffocated by pain...