The butterfly cannot fly across the sea, not because the sea is too far away, but because there has never been the waiting for it on the other side.
She was wandering around in other people's stories, stumbling and stumbling.
One day, the illusion of happiness is torn apart and everything returns to its original point.
Is the love that you get reluctantly destined to not be perfect, and is the happiness that comes just a moment destined to not last long?
After all the dust has settled
Should we continue, or should we withdraw?
Destiny made a choice for her...