Have you ever seen the flower of the other side blooming in such bloom?
Like clusters of enchanting flames, lingering in the blood-colored butterflies, they knew clearly that it was a disaster, but they still fought hard, leaving only shocking scars. Like the shocking red, it burned all the memories of the past. It mercilessly devoured the remaining warmth, leaving only numb indifference.
He once said that meeting me was his greatest luck.
However, he was obviously so unfortunate.
I never told him that I loved him.
So, now, I regret it.
I will never forget that night, he was covered in blood and his hands were cold, but he still smiled so warmly.
Sometimes, I ask myself, if I had known that it was the last time we saw each other, would I have treated him that way?
But, I forgot, there is no if in this world.
My dear, even when you get there, you have to be well.
In the next life, I will definitely recognize you at a glance.
In the next life, I will never hurt you again.
In the next life, I will definitely love you well.