Copywriting: I used to be lonely and about to die, but until that man as warm as the spring breeze appeared, he caressed my eyebrows, kissed my lips, and even moisturized my dying body. It seems like I can't leave, and I can't fall asleep when I miss him. He is like a bottle of antidote. When I thought that there will be someone to accompany me in the days to come, and I will be happy forever, he whispered in my ear, "Is this how you are? It's really disgusting."
Like cherry blossoms fading in the spring breeze.
I am still alone, growing old alone, what can I do in this world?