The prosperity is gone, things have changed and people have changed.
Unprecedented withdrawal surged from the bottom of my heart at an inadvertent moment, and a voice said:
"Give up. You should admit that your heart is no longer with you."
But another voice was shouting:
"Give up? Look behind you, look at the blood-stained road behind you!"
At the crossroads of fate, how will she choose? Should she continue or give up?
Everything that flourishes must eventually decline. This is a mystery of nature that cannot be reversed. Perhaps, everything is already doomed somewhere.