Who is she?
Why did she become the person she hated?
After all, all of this, this unclear transformation, whose fate is it?
Every second is just a blind replay.
I am still myself, I am no longer myself,
Joys and sorrows, in the end,
Everyone understands, no one understands.
Maybe, there is only regret.
The moon in the sky is also gone,
Maybe, she could see it more clearly.