Is there such a kind of feeling that is immortal, lingering and untouchable?
She is a bird in disguise. The hard shell wrapped around her heart is like whitewashing the blemishes on her face. It seems that there are no traces. Only those who get closer will know the inferiority and insignificance inside, but little does they know that the indestructible shell is also grabbing her flesh hard.
She is a forgotten horse. When the dust has settled and she is lost in the sky, she meets them in her eternal running, and then she realizes that what she wants is the end of the world.
It's not that I met you in the best life, but you gave me the best years
But why can't I meet you again?