This is a forest.
This is a strange dark forest.
"The black sky hangs low, accompanied by bright stars. Insects are flying, insects are flying. Who are you missing? The stars in the sky are crying, the roses on the ground are withering, the cold wind is blowing, the cold wind is blowing. As long as you are with me. Insects are flying, flowers are sleeping, one pair after another is beautiful, not afraid of darkness, just afraid of heartbreak, no matter whether you are tired or not, and no matter whether you are southeast or northwest..."
Whose singing voice is sad, whose voice is choked with sobs, who knows the heartbreak and intoxication at this time?
"What I carry is not as simple as you think! I want to revitalize my family, and I want to save the last bit of his soul. These are not the motivation for my life, they are my burden. Have you ever thought about whether I will still exist in this world if these are gone one day."
Whose wails are hoarse, whose sorrow is exhausted, and who knows how weak and pale they are at this time?
"My existence is destined to be a tragedy. Because I had emotions I shouldn't have, I did things I shouldn't have done, and I met people I shouldn't have met. From the moment you were under the tree, it represented the end of me."
"It's a pity that my last wish is to die of old age in the deep sea. Wouldn't it be nice to turn into fireflies one by one? At least, no matter how weak the light is, it will..."
My life is over like this, and I am resigned to it.
I have emotions that I shouldn't have, but I have the happiness that belongs to you.
I did something I shouldn't have done, but I have no regrets for the rest of my life.
I met people I shouldn't have met, but I met the joy you brought.
My life is over like this. Will you remember? Will you remember that there was me in the tree who loved to laugh and make fun?